Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres…1st Corinthians 13:4-8
The shrill cry of my telephone pulled Detective Curious von-Sity roughly from the ocean of sleep, he came awake slowly like a swimmer, drowning in the deep, dark sea.
“Hello” he croaked into the phone as he groped around in the dark for the light switch.
“Sir, I’m afraid there’s been a murder. 143-cupid drive. Come quick”.
The caller had hung up. It was Sergeant Affection of the Lagos chapter of the ‘broken dreams police station’.
At the words of the sergeant, Detective Curious was instantly awake; he dropped the phone and jumped out of bed. He had a murder to investigate.
The crime scene was like no crime scene the good detective had ever seen in his fourteen years on the job. Instead of the expected yellow tape and law enforcement protecting the parameter, the crime scene was crowded with civilians; each one a suspect as was apparent from their demeanor. He fought his way into the house and found the place were the body should have been, everything lay on the floor in broken pieces, the brutality of the crime was nerve jarring but strangely the victim was missing, the victim was LOVE.
Only two questions were worth asking at this point:”had Love been killed at and dumped at an unknown location? Or had there simply been an attempt on Love’s life were she had no choice but to flee to safety?”
Detective Curious von-Sity rounded up all the suspects, every single one of them. He booked them that same night at the ‘broken dreams police station’, Mr. Money, Mr. Greed, Ms lust, Mrs. Hate, Mr. Pride, and Ms Distance were the suspects, and some how these six were guilty. If Love was dead then they killed Love.
The above prologue was a description of what I pondered a few days ago, of course by now you must have guessed that I am speaking of the enigmatic word ‘love’.
Centuries have passed but still no one can give a proper definition for this thing called ‘love’. I say ‘love is euphoria and misery, release and bondage, love is a fire that burns deep and scorches hard’. Love can be of different varieties; it all depends on the context. The meaning of love changes with different relationships be it with a family member, close friend or spouse. But at times the very actuality of love is questioned and this happens especially with romantic love.
Love made the world go round until recently, the world has changed and ‘love’ is now a word used lightly, cheapened and meaningless. Men cheat, women cheat, brothers lie, sisters cry, relationships mean nothing, marriage has become more of a contract or a fulfillment of societal expectation rather than a union of two people who love each other. Tales of divorce, break-ups and separations no longer raise eyebrows; it is now the norm in the world of today. The human passion is no longer driven by love like God intended for it to be, love has been pushed aside for the evils of materialism, lust, pride, deception, hate, envy; the list is endless.
The tales of woe from women in love-less marriages and relationships, news of bombings and religious conflict, murder, theft, corruption and every manner of social deviancy prods me to ask the question “where is the love”?
“Has love been killed”?
“Does it still exist”?
“Can the fast dying beauty of love-driven relationships be brought back”?
I knight you all Detective Curious von-Sity and charge you to find love, make love, and spread it, the sanity and preservation of our world depends on it.