Sitting alone in my chair watching and counting the vehicles moving here and there, my memory took me back to one unforgettable scene.

Two lovers who could do anything for each other separated because of sex.
Their love went on holiday all cos, sex was said to be played only when they married but the flesh was too quick to consume that which brought about the break up.
*when is love real? *
Our mentality has been “no sex in a relationship, no love” but you and I know it’s a true lie from the pit of hell.
Some people do say no sex, no love but you know what transpired between Mary and Joseph.
*when is love real!? *

Friends that proclaimed to have each other’s back have been stabbing each other with sharpened two edged sword, killing the dreams of another with their mouth.
Evil thoughts looming around their hearts as to how to truncate his friend’s ambition and goal.
*when is love real? *
Even YES I DO has now turned to wrestle mania where fist of all kinds are practiced.
What happened to the love played in image garden and *Juliet suitors*?
Wife neglecting her duties and husband on the street with young ladies.
Children on their own doing what seem right in their eyes.
*when is love real? *
Poetry has turned the refuge and solution of guys to woo girls with eulogy, ode and sweet enchanted words of Romeo.
After they rushed reached the paradise their flesh so much long to reach, abandon their girls for another set of deceivers.
*when is love real*?
The cry and tears of the poor no more touch the rich but when it’s time for campaign, they profess their undying love for the mass with sweet Alluring manifestos,only to feed their barns the more in rollover.
*when is love real? *
This time, blood no more have respect for any kind when money is before it.
Disappointment of all kinds are at it always as everyone is after his own pocket.
Oh! Can you imagine mothers giving out their children as sacrifice to multiply their days on earth?
Can you imagine fathers using the glory of their family or brothers to renew their oat in the black kingdom after they confess their family are the best thing that have ever happened to them.
*When is love real?*
I am gone to look for answers.
I am gone to know the reason why love isn’t real this time.
I am gone to know who is at fault.
I am gone to wake up Spirit divine to show us the way..
Await me here till I am come,
But before then, I hang my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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