"hey ,i will throw a stone three times on the roof, you will know i am outside". I will whistle the tune of the A TEAM,you will find me squatting under the guava tree. "i will buzz(miss-call) your land line twice,you pretended you going to empty the bin....".
My grandmother used to tell me stories of how she and grandpa met. She would tell of the long traditional ceremonies that she had to go through for her to meet the love of her life. Well i guess i was not the only person she lectured on the topic how to get married.Some things just don't last forever, so did the so called fifty ways of getting married. The fifty were reduced to twenty, twenty to ten ,then God knows what happened to the rest.The tradition lost its rhythm and value, young man started plotting ways of getting what they want. The terms changed from fifty ways of getting married to how to catch a bird. Boys started walking at night first carrying stones,then things improved Graham Bell introduced the telephone.So stones were put down, boys resorted to buzzing the land-line.If it didn't work,one had to be diplomatic enough by building a relationship with the young brother,get him a few sweets and you are on the safe side.Well things changed once again,cellular phones made life much easy.,If don't have one don't bother trying to fall in love.Finally internet and social network made everything easy no more stoning,miss calling or abusing young brothers,from the comfort of your home one can fall in love.
Going to see was one thing talking was the other.When growing up they were two thing that won a lady how you look and your line.However, the latter always conquered the former.Did lines evolve also?, i guess so ,unfortunate for me my granny never mentioned anything about lines. However the mind can take us any where we want.
lines on how to win a lady.
1870
MAN: your teeth look so white and sharper than Shaka's assegai ,every-time you smile my heart bleeds
1950
MAN: I survived the world war and veitnam war,but your war has caputured my heart.
1990
MAN: Many African countries have gained their independence but my heart is still bound please set me free.
2010
Blackberries are black, Nokias are loud your face just wanna make me chat.
You know what i am wood and when i see you i am on fire.
If you were a ball i would call you jabulani, a puppet i would call you Zakumi but since you are human i might as well call you pure awesomeness.
I am the Face and you the Book, we so so match.
After all has been said and done nature always has a way of making things work, how i met your mother.
Why not share with us your lines.
How i met your mother is an article under opinion and analysis segment, defining life at its best.
Thank you so much for taking this journey with me, we have just completed our five weekly post.Unfortunate we cant post on Saturday and Sunday. However they is always am Monday.
love you all
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