In Memory of love

Love was born many years ago in a little city called life and she grew up to become an emotion later she was enrolled into the school of thoughts and became a situation though she looked promising she lost her life at a tender age but we still remember her  calm,collected,thoughtful,admirable, life changing,sacrificial,understanding and many more traits.
I really had told myself that i would not pen down an article of love gone soar...i have told myself that people really get what they set out looking for and thats why i have succefully only thought about love birds and an island or a beach coast somewhere in Atlanta or some inseparable beings holding hands in the street of paris but for how long will i close my eyes to the situation that we find ourselves in every other day....?

When i turn up the volume of my now 12year-old radio and the first word is 'love triangle' i do not hesitate but find myself touching that dial because of the rage and anger it would build in me if i listen in for an extra second.

This very day a first year student is reported to have stabbed another student in this "love triangle" when he found him in the room of his supposed girlfriend. But that is not even the sad part but this sychopath actually did slide not once or twice but eight times a knife into the body of another human being..and i wonder was i really trying to explain to myself the kind of heart that extremist like al qaeda and al shabaab have to set out in a killing rampage?  shouldnt i have rather thought about the kind of heart that i have that would not allow me slide a needle into the body of a blood donor..? isnt that a much easier assignment to spend lunch hour over a plate of githeri doing....??

I fail to understand not because of the inability of my IQ to decode but because of the availability of a high IQ...i think it takes purely no brains to be able to decode such information and i mean no harm to those who have this understanding in there fingertips

I mean no harm to the person who believes there is true love,i absolutely mean no harm to people who are in love...i mean atleast you have something maybe love might or might not be the exact word coz if the girl who chopped off his boyfriend genitals was in love and the two village girls who were fighting because of a man, and the bastard who stabbed his friend all were in love then am sorry to tell you all that you are not in love,because I have not yet seen you fight...

Until yesterday i thought love was kind,calm, and...(that word) but how wrong was I..my parish priest must be nodding in disbelief when he trips and falls into this article for the simple reason that i dont know what love is..but again what existed in books is not love because its not physical,it doesnt kill, its  not violent, ita not suicidal...that is not love....

Why would you kill because of someone who is not tattoed in your bloodstream, is it really anger that this people cant manage,or wits that they dont contain, is it that love is a matter of life and death or Jesus got the wrong version of it....he should have rather killed for it and not die for love....

I nolonger dont know what to think and sitted on the back sit of this train home i think i just need to book a ride off to the sun.....its must be much colder there