It’s Cupid’s work, not a transaction.
The kind of love we dreamed of in our 20s and 30s back in the 90s—slow, stubborn, sacred. The kind where you knew one name, one face, one future, and you were willing to walk toward it for the rest of your life.
Then the winds of social media blew through and scattered it.
Now the options feel endless. A swipe, a DM, a new face before last night’s goodbye has even faded.
“Someone to remember. Someone to depend on. Someone to lean your weight on”… that’s become a daydream for too many.
Today, if you can’t seal it with a mortgage, a ring, a contract, love feels disposable.
Divorce is sold on the street corner, loud and cheap.
And the highest bidder walks away with the pieces of your heart like it’s market day.
But rare diamonds still exist.
Not many people find them.
And the ones who do? They spend a lifetime putting heart and soul behind them.
A long and lasting love.
That’s what you should dream of, my son and daughter.
When you look into her eyes, you must really see love—not a filter, not a moment, but a future.
I never thought I’d meet someone so beautiful.
I never thought I’d see a love like this back in the early 90s when I was chasing your mum.
That love taught me what it means to stay.
Always, I’ll show you that love is something beautiful.
And I’ll seal it with a hug that says more than words ever could.
It’s a bond that goes beyond the changing of the seasons.
Someone you can care for.
Someone to be there for, for the rest of your life.
You won’t find it in the noise of the streets—not Kampala, not Lusaka, not Lilongwe, not Windhoek.
Not in the bars and bars of rappers trying to confuse a searching soul in the theater of dreams.
Cupid’s angels have to point you to it.
And when they do, you don’t let go.
Because a long and lasting love isn’t noise.
It’s quiet.
It stays.
It’s what we were made for.
And to all my kids, hear me on this:
When you find that diamond, first get a diagnosis of the mind. Clean it. Protect it.
That kind of love will keep you in a love prison for life—in the best way. It won’t let you go, and you won’t want to leave.
Make your choice based on what Cupid sent you to feel, not on what the world tries to take from you.
Feel it. Know it. Hold it.
Because the right love doesn’t cost you your peace. It becomes your peace.
I named my son Romeo because I loved reading and lived inside Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.
Julian is in that same mix—the spirit of story, of passion, of a love worth telling.
Choose like that.
Choose for keeps.
