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Thursday, February 4, 2016

Relationships: Is Grass Always Greener on the Other Side?

Side note: This is my first blog from a series of posts this year celebrating February as "the month of love". Read the second one here: Relationships and Short Stories: Thirty Dates, One Truth

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So I've sat down and I've been thinking: how many of us in relationships don't sit down - intentionally or not - meet another person of the opposite sex, and start comparing this new dude/lady with our bae and thinking that they are better? That they might make a better bae than the one we already have? It happens a lot, eh?

We would find ourselves rolling our thoughts to and from, in and out, within and without, trying to figure out existing/evidential possibilities that maybe this person we are in a relationship with may not be "the one". (Even at such times denying the truth that Pastor Matt Chandler of The Village Church tells us: that there is no-one called "the one", and we should not waste our precious time dreaming of having a "perfect" relationship with them. That's dreamland sweetheart, leave it alone.)
Anyway, in our encouraged day-dreaming, this other person seems perfect. And real. And inducing a state of hypnosis that just can't be brushed off. He/she laughs and smiles like an angel. He/she has a perfect body. A perfect smile. Dreamy eyes. He/she happens to say just the right thing(s), has more ambition and direction than your bae, they're more intelligent, they seem to have all the time for you, their jokes are original, they dress gloriously, and their devotion to God seems deeper than that of your bae - maybe he/she even serves God better. Of course, in most cases - and if not, all - our baes are normally not lacking in these departments, but we encourage our bingeing on these thoughts nevertheless.
Is the grass always greener on the other side?
Take, for instance, my true story: I have this lady friend who almost everyone else who hasn't met or known my bae (because I choose to make my relationship life private at most) thinks is my girlfriend. We always laugh it away because her boyfriend is my buddy and he is a friend and I have also (just to shield my guts from petty gossip) clarified to my bae about her. My lady friend also knows about my bae and they might just be meeting soon.
Frankly, between the two of us and our better halves, we are good. No fishy underground undertakings.

Anyway, the other day, just as a joke, I asked her: what if you truly were my girlfriend? She laughed. I told her I was serious. I mean, everyone thinks so. (Confessions, meeen, haha.) People think we were "good together". (Those are misplaced observations, but it happens. People always think all they want to think. They will always think that they know what's right for you. They don't. No, they don't. Only God knows what is right for you.)

This is what she told me: "I seem interesting because you haven't got me. You don't have me. I am not easy to handle. I am stubborn, and a nuisance, and full of what you wouldn't like to have for yourself." I laughed.

Although I laughed, that answer really got me thinking, thus the birth of this post.
I mean, isn't this what is happening in our relationships everyday and what is causing grown up men and women (even men and women of the cloth) to be fooled into thinking "I married the wrong person" or "I think I'm in a relationship with the wrong person"? Or "This is not the person God planned for me, I have found 'the one'". Kwani where were they when they decided to be in their current relationship?
This, my dear friends, is a real snarl and temptation which if left unattended and unguarded, will escalate into one or both of the following: infidelity or emotional cheating. This is a talk on why we tend to think that the grass is "greener on the other side". And here are a few reasons why I think we keep running into desiring the "greener" grass:

1. The fondness
When you are fond of another person more than you are fond of your bae, they always seem more interesting. I mean, you love their company, their jokes, their random dates (lunch, coffee, "meet my buddies", tiny parties e.t.c.). Things which your bae totally lacks. You give in to this other person's texts and inboxes and DMs and calls and WhatsApps and imo's and all kinds of interactions, but you deny your bae every right to your time. It is even made worse when the "greener" side has an ex involved. Emotional cheating is looming but, dear, you don't seem to care. That is you thinking that "it is greener on the other side." By the way, this is why players are always on top of the dating game, and this is why naive Christians are preferring them to their "boring" partners. (Although I won't deny it, some of us are pathetic boyfriends or girlfriends.)

2. We forget that love is a war.
Love is a war. If we don't keep fighting for our relationships and intentionally seek positive change from both sides, another person who seems "to get it" will always get more of our attention.
That's why I normally say that a relationship without fights is a time bomb waiting to explode. Meaningful fights mean that you both want the same thing: (a) that you both are still interested in each other and in the relationship, and (b) you both would like to see the other person becoming better. This thing of "he/she took me as I am" is great, (it is commonplace and acceptable) but if your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn't want to see you improve or become better, baby, I'm smelling plastic. It's gonna melt soon.

3. Commitment
Commitment is two-way: (a) as long as you're not committed to the other person (the one perceived as "greener grass"), it will always seem sweet, and (b) if your relationship is casual (what postmodernists actually call "an open relationship"), greener grass will always have a leeway.
When there is no baggage, the promise of an infinite thrill, no tantrums, no pettiness, no "blackouts", no "catching ma-feelings", no mood swings... You will always love to swing on the pendulum of unpredictable and incoherent relationships. You will always find comfort in the "grass is greener on the other side" mantra.
Cheating is the new 'normal' in relationships that lack commitment.
4. The tendency to think that a relationship with the other person will ultimately solve our own impeding relationship problems.
You know when a rebound mechanism is effected in order to counter a real/existing catastrophe? Yes, that's what happens when people are trying to run away from solving their own relationship problems.
They end up spreading their gangrene into their next relationships.
Stop for a while and figure it out. Okay, aren't we most prone to fall into emotional cheating or unfaithfulness or infidelity when our own relationships are on the rocks? When our relationships are in seasons of hardship, other people (even the most absurd) seem tastier, sweeter and more attractive.
We should strive to work on the disagreements in our relationships, because the other person (the "greener" grass) will eventually (sooner or later) face the reality that the demons that made us unacceptable in our previous relationship have not yet been annihilated, and they'll come haunting them too.

5.  Lack of contentment with where we are and what we already have in our current relationships.
Relationships are not a one day affair. They don't become great and perfect in a week. I repeat: relationships need hard work in order to work. Impatience makes us think, "Aaaah, I think I should just get out." Or "Maybe God wants me out, this dude/lady ain't 'the one'".
I can't deny that there are moments when we are justified to move out (those reasons need a whole blog post of their own), but the postmodern mentality of solving issues by running away from them will leave the world a loveless arena that is full of bitter people.
We need to reach a point where we decide: "I'm proud of this relationship and the far we've come. I'm also proud of where we are headed. I wanna give it my all, so dear Lord, please help me."
Because if we lack such a drive, no relationship will ever work for us. We'll keep on looking for "the one" until Christ comes back. And we'll meet him single. (Sic).

6. When your current relation "ship" is consistently hitting the routine iceberg.
This is the situation: you two have been in that relationship for two years, yet you keep solving, fighting about and disagreeing on the same issues over and over again. Also, you seem to be doing the same things, at the same time, in the same way and in the same places. Forever. That's dangerous. (Most of us who in one tiny way or another seem to be inclined towards perfectionism tend to think routine is a good thing by the way.)
A ship and an iceberg is exemplary of a relationship that has hit a stall.
Routine (as my bae has been slowly teaching me) is such a killer of intimacy. Getting out of our comfort zones can be helpful in breaking monotony and sparking that interest again.
Change the way you solve conflicts, the places you visit, the stuff you do together, the things you talk about... (Even saying "I love you" every day seems to get boring after a while. Really.) 

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My verdict: grass is never greener on the other side. It may seem to be, but it is not. It may seem to have some great watering but we should work on watering our own. It may seem promising, but we already have our own. It may seem convincing, but it might as well be conniving.

My own relationship is teaching me that patience and intentional growth are things that are very dear to a relationship. Your bae becomes "the one" when both people in a relationship decide to work hard on it and make it better.

PS: Read the next post from this series here: Relationships and Short Stories: Thirty Dates, One Truth


Bonface Morris.

Friday, July 10, 2015

The One

#TheOne
She tripped and fell down. A disgusting fall it was. So disgusting that the ground got hurt. It should have; how could such beauty meet the ground with a thud and it pretends not to feel anything: even angry, or glad, or sweaty, or plummy? How?

Her handbag and all that was in it fled from her arm and filled the whole ground in front of her. Her hair brush, her lip gloss, her clutch bag, her book (The Four Loves by C S Lewis), her phone (which unceremoniously got split into three pieces - back cover, the body and the battery), her handkerchief (now embodying onto itself the color of earth), her earphones (which loosed themselves carelessly in front of her - the ear pads and front cases separating themselves from the main frame... plentifully neglecting each other) all scattered themselves before her mud-splashed face.

Her pen seemed to be the only thing that remained sane in its entirety: all naive, refusing to be dirtied by the gloom on the ground and seeming to smile and glitter in the fullness of day.

Yes, there they were right before her - all her items lay there with their helpless mistress - being grasped in her bewilderment and within a worm's eye view. Waiting to be redeemed. It was as if the ground on which she now lay was a masterpiece scrapbook, a work of art, a painting by a glorious artist - all dirty and beautiful at the same time.

She winced. And groaned. And gasped. And cried. A little. And spit out grains of sand from her mouth. She pulled off with her right hand the black scarf that clenched so tightly on her neck, recklessly begging to strangle her to an ultimate feeble weakness. She pulled it and wiped her face with it. Her hair too was a mess: it seems the mud was waiting for her to embrace it; it had wholesomely embalmed the left side of her head.

"I ain't gonna make it. [Liquid pause.] I ain't gonna make it to that meeting", she smirked.

She was going to miss out on an opportunity. Irredeemable it seemed. *Phew!!* That day was going to be indelible. Utterly indelible. She was going to play it over and over again in her mind like a song. And dear to her as it was, or should have been, she was never going to forget just what was happening to her.

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As she groped to start collecting her paraphernalia, she felt a tiny pain in her back. But she clenched closely onto her stuff, picking it up one by one. Hand on her left knee, she tried to lift her painful self up...
Then something happened.

She felt someone watching her. A deep sense of another person's eyes dwelling on her painful self haunted her. She looked up. She looked up bringing her eyes steadily to the object in her presence.

"Eeeeh, miss, can I, with your permission, help you up!? "
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Remember that day she fell in love with television, 9pm news? That day she heard this dude, eeh Wilson, debut on the 9pm news? (Damn dude made her raise her eyebrows and smile by calling Dorah, "Dolah"). Remember how she felt her tummy was full yet she had been from the fridge just a few minutes back and had cussed all she could after finding it empty? Remember how she forgot all that food nonsense until 10.30-ish when the news were finished and she (o what a glorious day) even read the TV Station contact details after the news? Remember that? Remember how her mom thatchered her up: "Kwani umeanza kuona news lini, wewe?" and she had cared less because this guy was her ultimate TV darling?

Yes honeybunch, that's how she felt when those words, "Eeeeh, miss, can I, with your permission, help you up!?" came rushing to her ears.
 
It was as if the ground on which she lay had become an ocean... That she would want to swim and float on it all day long. It was as if the mud on her left side was a puddle and she was five again, and she wanted to play and dance until she was hungry and was running to her mom for food. It was as if the tiny dust particles in her mouth were dancing - dancing in ultimate mockery of this blissful moment. It was as if her eyes were bound, and her scarf was wool, and her stuff was drooling...

"Uuum, fine. I'm fine...! I'm doing just fine," she replied

"But, miss, you seem to be hurt. Please allow me to at least get you up!"

With every bit of his presence there, and his deep voice, she was feeling intoxicated in a good way. She seemed to breath faster now. She could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her hand which was now steadily clamped to her left knee. She felt blood rush down her right arm that was still fasted to the ground.

"Um...it's okay..."

He then held her by her left hand, lifted her up, gave her a handkerchief to whisk off the dirt, unwound the scarf from her neck, and helped her tidy herself a little.

"My name is Adrian... I just thought you needed a little help, you know. I hope it is okay with you miss."
"Eh, um, it's alright. I'm Dolah, eh, nope, Dorah."

The pounding of her heart astonished her. It was almost crushing her chest.

"Not noooow!! No, not now 'Dolah'" She said to her inner self. "Please stop pounding. Pleeease darling." She continued.

He stared at her. I mean, he really stared at her...

"Can I help with something, eh, anything?"
"No, maybe just the earphones and the phone. I'll pick up the rest..."

So as he bent down to pick up and try fixing the two, she also was picking up the rest of her things, wiping dirt off each item and putting them back in her handbag.

And they both got thinking about this turn of events...

Adrian was thinking:
Like seriously? How has this just happened? I mean, just this morning, I wasn't gonna be coming this way. That dude had wasted me already, you know... How could he just change plans within a period of one hour? And all for a favor! Friendships are expensive - dude demands help without considering that I have my own pile of stuff to deal with and I am with so little time!! But here I am... and I am liking what I am feeling and seeing... She seems likeable, this Dorah. Attractive even. Mud or no mud on her face, she is beautiful. Could she be #TheOne? Naaah, experts say, there is nothing like #TheOne - that it is an overrated relationships gimmick that is used to fool and dissuade hearts from true love...
Well, but I can indirectly get her number by pretending I'm testing this phone of hers to see if it broke? Call myself from her phone maybe in order to get her number? Good idea. But I also can schedule some sort of date, yes? Kinda a meet-up or something? I guess that should work... But, but, caution Adrian. You don't wanna step in too fast and be mistaken for being a member of the infamous and avaricious #TeamMafisi SACCO. No way. Play it cool dude. Play it cool like a cucumber: innocently hanging around but secretly interested...
 
On the other side, this is what was going on in Dorah's mind;
Okay Dorah, okay. Calm down darling, calm down. Analyze. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good. Okay, now let's go on... Not long ago, you Dorah (ahem), in all your amazing choosiness, had wanted to believe in something else; something else, but not love. Not love at first sight! Did you hear that? Love is overrated, Dorah. Love at first sight is even worse. That's your mantra. Love is overrated. He can't be #TheOne. No, there is nothing like #TheOne. Okay. Are you okay? Do you think you are really really okay at this very moment, Dorah? Or do you wanna see a doctor or sumthin? Your head and heart are nuts kinda right now... What's happening to your heart, Dorah? What's happening to your heart? Please pinch yourself. Do it again. Harder. Damn! It's real. It's real, Dorah. The ecstasy is real. Deal with it. You gotta deal with it darling before it gets you carried away...

"Could I take you out sometime?" Adrian asked.
"Oh, right now?"
"No, maybe Friday afternoon or any afternoon you may be free. But still, I won't mind taking you out today, and yes, right now. The mud splash ain't a problem to me. I think you look beautiful with it still. But if you please, we can fix that somewhere within town, get you a change of cloths and you'll be good-to-go."
"Oh, I am quite busy of late, and I have plans for today. I'll look up my diary and see when I can be free then I'll call you."
"But I don't have your number and you don't have mine."
"Oh, my number? Give me yours, I'll call you."

He gave her his number and handed over her phone together with the broken earphones.
"You may need to get new ones, but the phone is alright."
"Thank you. Thanks a lot, Adrian..."
"The pleasure was mine, Dorah..."

Then they would both merry themselves in some poem (each one in their world but with words that resemble the ones below) as they walked away. Each to their own direction... Each in their own bliss, while thinking and gasping with delight at what just happened;
Love is an affection of engrossment
To feel its weight, its fanciness and its joy, you need to get buried in it
You need to die a little, and live a little to feel it...
Love is another chance
Another chance to lose
But we all love it - getting lost in it...
We pain and lose, get and get lost in this thing, in this beautiful thing...
If it is real, it is real; and if it is not, it is not
There are no middle grounds with it
Love can be found in the most miserable and unlikely places.
At the most miserable points it can call.
So please don't wither away when it calls...
Because maybe you could meet #TheOne
Or you could meet just someONE
Maybe you could meet none
But give it a try.
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Maybe this first meeting will be the first step to proving these words to be true. But be it as it may, they were sure that they liked each other. 'LIKE' was a good word for then... No surprises, no over-do's, just good.
But as we'll discover later: she never called and that they never went for a date... (Ladies don't call guys for first dates, right?) (Damn dating rules!!) But they met again. Under different circumstances...
Let's wait and see.
(Maybe I'll write Part Two to this post, maybe I won't. I don't know. Let's wait and see.)

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I'm dedicating Jimmy Needham's version of Forever And Ever Amen to y'all who believe in love; or y'all who, like Adrian and Dorah, won't mind giving it a try ;-);

(from Jimmy Needham's 2015 album "Vice & Virtue")

Lyrics:
INTRO:
I'm gonna love ya (forever)
I'm gonna love ya
I'm gonna love ya (forever)
I'm gonna love ya

You may think that I'm talking foolish
You've heard that I'm wild and I'm free
You may wonder how I can promise you now
This love that I feel for you always will be
See you're not just time that I'm killing
I'm no longer one of those guys
As sure as I live, this love that I give
Is gonna be yours until the day that I
die, oh baby...

CHORUS:
I'm gonna love you forever,
Forever and ever, Amen
As long as old men sit n' talk about the weather
As long as old women sit and talk about old men
If you wonder how long I'll be faithful
I'll be happy to tell you again
I'm gonna love you, forever and ever,
Forever and ever, Amen

BRIDGE:
I'm gonna love ya (forever)
I'm gonna love ya

They say that time takes it's toll on the body
Makes a young girl's brown hair turn gray
But, honey, I don't care, I ain't in love with your hair
And if it all fell out, well, I'd love you anyway
They say time can play tricks on the memory
Make people forget things they knew
Well it's easy to see, it's happening to me
I've already forgotten every woman
but you

REPEAT CHORUS

Darlin, I'm gonna love you forever,
Forever and ever, Amen
As long as old men sit and talk about the weather
As long as old women sit and talk about old men
If you wonder how long I'll be faithful
Just listen to how this song ends
I'm gonna love you forever and ever,
Forever and ever, Amen

ENDING:
(I'm gonna love ya (forever)
I'm gonna love ya) x4

Official album art for Jimmy Needham's "Vice & Virtue

Bonface Morris.