Stupid Cupid!

Stupid Cupid....Stop picking on me!

Love. Rudo. Uthando. Upendi. Amour. Amore. A wonderful, powerful thing, something we all need in all its forms, Agape, Eros, etc. But I am not going to delve into the subject of the 'L' word. The subject at hand is the theme of today, Valentines day.

The most commercial day of the year, where florists, jewellers, restaurants, getaway spots, have their highest cash flow. (I bet you never imagined being a millionaire for love, St. Valentine?) So what is Valentines day? Not to bore y'all with the nitty-gritties, basically it's a day which used to be honoured by the Anglican church for a patron saint, St. Valentine who was martyred, for love. According to legend, he wrote a note to a jailer's daughter before he was put to death, 'from your Valentine.'

The romanticism of this day then came about during the Middle Ages, through Geoffrey Chaucer. So since then, love has been amplified and commercialised every February 14. But what is the hype about Valentines? I see no sense in it.

Women rate how much their men love them because of this day; men break-up with women to avoid the pressures of this day; women compare with other women about who gets the best, the most expensive, the most romantic gifts; and the list goes on, and on. Seriously???

I'm not anti-Valentines day, but I'm against the concept of hyperbolising just one day for 'love'. If you are to spot me today, I'm dressed All-Black. The only red I choose to wear is the blood in my veins, there the blood of Christ runs through me. Christ who unconditionally loves me, whose death and sacrifice, is the greatest gift I could ever receive for eternity.

So even when I do find a partner, and there's a Valentines day, I will not rate his commitment to me by just one day, symbolised by a paedophile god, Cupid, who is 'supposed' to matchmake and shoot arrows in my love direction.

Love is an eternal thing, best characterised by the qualities in 1 Corinthians 13, and yes, embodied through the greatest love story ever told, that of God for the world.

Hence, whether all black (in protest), or red, white, flowers, romantic dinners or getaways, or bling, love the ones you are with, with your everything, need them like the air that you breathe, sacrifice for them, like Him.

Happy Valentines day beautiful people!

A thousand kisses.

P.S:I am not turning down chocolates, roses, bling and everything in between, today. ;)

Ciao!

Lady E

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