LOVE ME LESS
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Countless times I have been told how love heals the soul; arrays back to a piece, hearts that have been shattered to pieces; weakens the strong and at the same time gives strength to the weak; unites a country and also causes its fall. We have to fight for whatever we love not taking into mind how bloody it might be, don’t we?
Love me less so that I will be able to regain my sanity after you’ve left me with a wound so deep it might never heal. Do not promise me heaven and earth if you hold no receipt of both. Love me less so that you will be back on your feet when life happens to us. Love yourself more and be sure that only you can believe in you. If you love me less maybe, just maybe, you won’t think about taking your life when I betray you. Doesn’t the Holy Book say “Love your neighbour as yourself” Please, do not love me more than you love yourself, it is not selfishness you are merely looking out for yourself. I can’t hold you responsible for that, you only get to live once, twice, you become an apparition even I will be scared of. Love me less and love yourself more.
Love me less mother and allow me to love my husband the way I should. I know you don’t want to see your daughter get hurt and sink into poverty. I have finally found a good man who would take the responsibilities of both a father and a mother. He has agreed to let me mother him too so that we can have a happily ever after kind of life. When I come running to you about how we have been denied not of love but marital problems birthed by barrenness, financial crises and a host of others, love me enough to tell me how love heals with prayers and lots of patience; less enough to accept me with opened arms into your husband’s house and out of mine, carrying the same bag you packed with your hands while leaving for the family I can call mine forever.
Love me less father and allow me to take up my own responsibilities when I am old enough to do so. Everything has always been laid on a platter of gold for me. You care so much for me that I forgot how to even care for myself and my own family, when the time comes. Your plan was to work hard enough to provide for yourself and never allow your children to lack what you were denied of when you were little but I grew up to be so dependent on you that when you died I wasn’t man enough to hold the family you left behind together. Love me less and teach me how to make money rather than spend it and maybe the company you have used years to build will not be in ashes within a twinkle of an eye.
Money, I used to think, is the root of all evils. “A poor man is also like a walking dead”, I thought. “Money is not the root of evil” my sister corrected me, “the love of money is” she said. The world will be a better place if you love me less. Innocent lives will not be taken brutally to quench your burning desire for me. Government of the people, by the people and for the people can be attained if you love me less, lesser than the people who put you into power. I have made mighty and anointed man fall because they glorify and worship me more than the God they serve. I, money, a lifeless being, have caused and will still cause a lot of havoc if humans do not love me less.
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your body” the Bible says. He is the only person you can love unconditionally and more than yourself without hurting yourself. After loving God, love yourself so much that nothing can bring you down. If you do not love yourself, you cannot love your neighbours. So, love your neighbour less than yourself but as much as you love yourself. Challenges and temptations will definitely come your way and you can only overcome when you decide to be deeply in love with God and yourself. Remember, your life is worth more than rubies.