Love and Romance

I watched ‘Dark Shadows’ yesterday. It was hilarious as expected, although I found it spookily dark. YouTube the trailer if you haven’t watched it.At some point, Johnny Depp meets a girl called Victoria-Vicky in short, but he can’t bring himself to call her Vicky. He says:

‘Victoria, a name so beautiful I could not bare to part with a single syllable of it’

Yes! Aiish! That line caught me I must confess, so STFU if you were about to make some wisecrack. That line is remarkable, feelings so deep can only be expressed in dramatized movies.

Imagine (if you’re a girl) you meet this guy at Kenchic (ok Brew Bistro):

You: hi, my name is Wang’ondu but you can call me ‘Ng’ondu’
Him: ‘Wang’ondu, a name so mburifu…etc’

Tha line defined the movie for me. Ha! But then I remembered, I had watched this kind of dramatic emotion in Pakistan. Over there, modern-day 2012 romance is as dramatic as that line. Just imagine watching people spewing forth such romance right before your eyes! It will soon make itself apparent to you why soap operas are so popular.

Pakistan is a place where your girlfriend threatens that she will end her life if you do not return her love (maybe you’d been quiet a few days). She will weep and wail as she threatens to marry another man.
To be fair though, the latter threat is not so far-fetched. Arranged marriages come at you suddenly and unexpectedly. I remember once I didn’t see a Pakistani friend of mine for maybe 2 weeks. When I finally bumped into her, she told me how she was on her way to the salon cause her engagement was that Saturday. Eh, wow…congrats!?

Anyway, to my point, only in Pakistan did I see a girl run a fever because she was sick, sick in love. She was about to be separated from her lover, and she couldn’t bare the thought (though the guy did speak Spanish). She actually fell sick…as in that stuff happens.

‘ maybe your tongue will taste my tears
While your sweet words will sooth my ears
And with my face I’ll touch your hair
It’s fragrance shielding off despair’

You think people that come up with such things are high, maybe they’re just Pakistani.

This is not a modern-day thing, it goes back into history. These people are built for it, genetic stuff. Urdu music will feature lines like:

‘each breath is a conversation with my beloved’

…what! My friend! Game, swag and season tickets to Blankets & Wine are no match for someone that can construct sentences potent with such desire.

‘may this entire world kiss your footsteps’

I know I have had my share of Alehandro moments. When I was 9/10,  really liked this girl from Sunday School (now a hot woman) so I called Bob Kioko on Capiro FM on the landline and dedicated 3T’s ‘I need you’ from a secret admirer. Imagine listening to Kiss and hearing a ‘secret admirer’ dedicating a song to your 10 year-old niece. Scandal!

Ati ‘ I need you and I wanna build my world around you’. X 2 (ad-libs)

Then when I was maybe 13, I liked this other girl (now a good friend who probably doesn’t remember 😉 ). I dried some rose petals, painstakingly wrote her name on each, stuck them to a birthday card and delivered it on Sunday morning with a chocolate. she just said ‘thanks’ and nothing else like I’d given her a butterscotch peremende. Hahaha, oh man!

Back to Pakistan. On my short trip to the mountains (btw, I’ll dedicate a page to this trip, pics and videos too) I was a casualty of one of these feeling and violent Pakistani romances. This guy in our group, had fallen for my Polish travel mate.

‘she cared not for his eating habits
She cared not for his pink hat
She cared not for his lack of mastery of English language
Oh man, she said, I could never fall for this guy’

He said:

‘if you get lost in these mountains, I will die here with you
You are not alone, I am always watching you (stalker?)
Let’s get lost together, till the light comes pouring through’

The poor guy even sent a delegate

‘a polish gent we bumped at the campsite into
And quick the lovestruck made his plan
He sent the man to declare his love in Polish
But yet, she would not endure him’

At the end of our trip, the polish girl and I are asleep on the 28hour bus back to civilization.It’s a tricky road, literally blasted into the mountains, so it’s narrow most of the time and has a drop maybe 200m to the bottom. It’s also extremely beautiful, like I said, I’ll dedicate a page to it.
1.5 hours into the journey, theres a car hooting madly behind us, it pulls alongside the bus and the driver signals the bus driver to stop.

‘out of the car came the wannabe lover
In his pink-hatted glory he clambers
Onto the bus to his sleeping polish beauty
He awakens her to bestow gifts of a gemstone and Kashmir fabric

And a ka t-shirt for me as I sat there seeing but not believing. You can imagine following someone from nairobi all the way to naivasha to say goodbye one more time and deliver a gift…that’s intense.

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4 thoughts on “Love and Romance

  1. Savvy Kenya says:

    You also got a t-shirt too? So cool!

  2. wayward foe says:

    am using the rose petal thing next time am in love, i’ll just make sure she hasn’t read this before

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