WHAT IS LOVE?
“Love is not the same as lust. But can there be romantic love without lust?”
“Ntwana, really?” he says for a third time. “Cadre, at this juncture we must set up a commission of inquiry into umjolo to figure out what the hell is going on,” I say, with a generously put-on accent. It earns a laugh.
“What is love ke, makunje?” I pull myself back from blurting out! Remember that song?” It is an appropriately silly response, but it’s perhaps a little too close to home. My friend is upset. He suspects that his girlfriend is cheating on him. I’m doing my best to distract him with a drink and loud music.
