THE CAICEDO LOVE





                                                        THE CAICEDO LOVE

First of all, this write-up is not about football. Second of all, unless it is from Jesus, do not give audience to speeches of “I love you unconditionally”. Just like free lunch, it does not exist. Or does it? I may be mistaken. Regardless, I am not it’s fan. I mentally blacklist anyone who bores me with the unconditional love talk. Instead, I am a big fan of what I would like to call “the Caicedo love.”

 A while back my almost always ready to love heart pitched its tent on a certain gorgeous daughter of the Rift valley. Oh! Love. I really was into her, wholesomely. However, a “gangster” I try to be, over time I have learnt that being a hopeless romantic is my weakness. I just cannot help it. I listen to my bros tales of how I used to behave then and I laugh my ribs to breakage. With her, it was not just beauty, which she was of course stunning. It was about her love not being unconditional. She was not going to just give it to me on a silver platter despite the clarity that we both were into each other.

The first time I asked for her hand was after a night of poetry performance. She had attended the event as an audience. However, she arrived late, slightly after I had just performed. On the way out we happened to be heading the same direction together with some friends. As we leisurely walked on the pavement, she insisted that I recite the poem I had performed to her. That was it guys! That was my que. A fish thrown back into the water.

A week into my attempts to win her heart, the conditionality began. At first, she said that she wants to be with a man who knows God and that as a sign of my commitment to wanting to know God I had to read the entire bible. Cover to cover! You cannot fathom the thrill this gave me. Her attractiveness just hiked; she was almost ticking all the boxes of the girl of my dreams. Of course, I wasn’t going to just accept the demand. Reading the entire bible was going to take me ages. So, after exchange of seductions, we settled on the New Testament alone. Oh boy! Didn’t I read the bible.

This is what I refer to as “the Caicedo love”. The love that says, yes, you are good looking, you are kind and I love you but there is this aspect of your life that you shall have to up your game. However, while you are still pulling up socks, I am going nowhere. I am here, waiting for you. For it has to be you and no one else. If you are familiar with the Moises Caicedo transfer saga to Chelsea as opposed to Liverpool, you know what I am talking about.

Toxic you think? No, this is how I view it. I for myself believe that I am not yet there. That I am still a work in progress. So why should I have someone who is already contented with where I am at? I prefer someone who sees the growth potential and pushes me to it.

That’s just me. I don’t know about you. What do you think? I would like to dive into your thoughts in the comments.

 

  

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