Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or conceited or proud. Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable. Love does not keep a record of wrongs. Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with truth. Love never gives up and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8.

Love is how you perceive someone, how much you like that person and how much you go beyond that like. Martin Tumbo.

Love is seeing your reflection in someone else. Peter Mugambi.

Love is commitment, sharing and looking out for each other. Beth Wambui.

Love is understanding someone else so intimately words are not needed. When someone makes sense to you even when they are spewing nonsense. Jane-Francisco Wairimu.

Love is insane…eternal…sacrifice…affectionate feelings toward someone…affection…beautiful…intimate affection toward someone…lust…where two people listen to each other and endeavour to do as the other asks…putting another’s happiness before you own…indescribable… I got all those descriptions of love from a range of different characters I experience in my daily life.

Love does not exist…i don’t know what it is…i don’t believe in it…something girls made up to trick boys into marrying them and paying their bills…stupid…nonsense…the worst thing that ever happened to humans… Those were the pessimists.

Everyone has their own view of what life is so it only makes sense that everyone has a completely different understanding of what love is. What’s even more interesting is that people around the world are falling in love on a daily basis and say they love each other yet none of them can describe what they feel. I mean, how do you begin to describe a feeling that encompasses your entire being, making everything else irrelevant or demoting all else to second place? How do you describe a force of nature so powerful it is said to bring the worlds most revered leaders of men to their knees? How do you describe the trigger that allows people to give up their happiness just to make someone else happy? How does one do that? It’s impossible. It’s also very possible.

So now you are sitting there waiting for me to describe to you what love is, aren’t you? Well, I’ll try. I would like to believe that I am addressing an audience intellectual enough to understand the verses from the Bible, so I’ll skip that. I happen to agree with everything that every single person I talked to- who believes in love- told me. Love is definitely how much you like someone and how much you go past that liking into deeper waters of feelings so strong they cannot be described as liking anymore. Love shapes how you perceive the said person. It can make you perceive someone in a very different way than what they really are. It could also let you see them exactly as they are. Love’s perception shows you the greatness in the object of your affection.

I also think I understand what Mugambi, was talking about. How do you see you reflection in someone else when we are all essentially different? When people love one another, they understand each other so much that their paths in life come together. They may each be viewing the world from different angles, but their destination is the same. Seeing as that other person has the best understanding of who you are, maybe even knows you better than you know yourself, they often push you toward the direction you want to take and human psychology interprets that as someone being just like you. Because they understand you so intimately they know what you want. And as you go after what you want, they are right there by your side cheering you on. That’s what Beth means by commitment and sharing and looking out for one another. It’s what Jane-Francisco means by intimate understanding.

Love is insane…eternal…sacrifice…affectionate feelings toward someone…affection…beautiful…intimate affection toward someone…lust…where two people listen to each other and endeavour to do as the other asks…putting another’s happiness before you own…indescribable…

I shall now endeavour to put into words what I think this bunch meant. Love is insane ‘cause it makes you do things you never thought you would. Love is affection toward someone because why else does your heart turn all soft and warm when you are in the presence of the one you love? Love is intimacy because you know things about each other that no one else does. Love is lustful because you want to know that person in every way, mentally, emotionally and especially physically. Love is listening to each other because you want to know and understand one another. Love is endeavouring to do as the other wants you to because you want to please them. Love puts the other’s happiness before your own because that person becomes the most important thing to you in this world. Love is indescribable because it is difficult to put what you feel into words. Love is eternal because if you truly love that person, time does not erode your feelings but rather multiplies them.

Love does not exist…i don’t know what it is…i don’t believe in it…something girls made up to trick boys into marrying them and paying their bills…stupid…nonsense…the worst thing that ever happened to humans…

These bunch are the ones that have to see Mwalimu King’ang’i to believe he and Churchill are one and the same. Love does not exist because they have never experienced it or don’t know anyone who happens to be in love. They don’t believe in love because it has hurt them or those they know that have been in love. They’ve never come across a love so strong it eclipses everything and everyone around it. The boys who told me that girls made love up to trick them were either joking or very serious. They must also be in the category of men that believe women cannot take care of themselves. Love is stupid because it makes you do things that do not make sense or that you regret later on. Love is the worst thing that ever happened to humans because it is the most powerful force anyone can ever experience. Okay I admit that that last interpretation was not as pessimistic as the speaker intended but I cannot think of love in a negative light any longer. I’ve known love. I believe in love. I trust in love.

Love is beautiful. Love is essential to any proper functioning human. Love does not discriminate. Love does not know language. Love does not know culture. Love does not know boundaries. Love does not know class differences. Love does not know colour. Love does not know age. Love knows no difference in you and me. Love is opening up your entire being to someone else. Letting that person see you for who you are. Letting that person show you who they are. Learning that person. Letting yourself be intoxicated by what you feel and giving yourself over to that feeling of flight. Then trusting that person enough to give all your heart and body over to them while you pursue happiness together. You can quote me on that because that is what this writer believes love is.

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