Why condemn those marrying someone much younger?

What you need to know:

It was not the meaning of the piece by the way it was written. We authors tend to stick to two principles of writing. Having a clear message (i. e. content) and making sure the language is good. When you are starting out content always takes precedence—you want to be heard. Like a baby screaming for mum. I remember when I began sending my early pieces to the Daily News while still studying at Mzumbe Secondary School in the 1970s. I felt like I was shouting. I wanted to be heard. Baby in a cot. Words just spilled out of my chest (via the pen) it felt like a release. Gave me a purpose.

Two days ago I read something which raised my eyebrows.

It was not the meaning of the piece by the way it was written. We authors tend to stick to two principles of writing. Having a clear message (i. e. content) and making sure the language is good. When you are starting out content always takes precedence—you want to be heard. Like a baby screaming for mum. I remember when I began sending my early pieces to the Daily News while still studying at Mzumbe Secondary School in the 1970s. I felt like I was shouting. I wanted to be heard. Baby in a cot. Words just spilled out of my chest (via the pen) it felt like a release. Gave me a purpose.

Every human being has something to say. Whether it is a story, a need, emotions…you name it. A writer has to represent that yearning. However, as time goes, experience sets in, you realise there are other people writing too. Just like being in a pub, a conference, a party.

Everyone is talking and expressing their sorrows and glees. Questions shoot in …like hands of children in a classroom. Which pupil should the teacher pick? You have to stand out. You need style.

Artists call it a voice. Journalists rush and compete for scoops and special material. You have to maintain that uniqueness. Your “uniqueness” gradually develops into an identity, your voice is assured.

Readers and audiences know and easily see you. That is why you have columnists. A mix of language, style, catchy things. This is called the form. So, here we go. The basics. Form and content have to balance. You might say a lot, but if you are not articulating that in an interesting manner, no one buys it.

Soon you find more advanced things. Tone. Mood. Dynamics.

Tricks of the trade. I guess, established authors, new writers and all sorts of word experts are reading this and wondering, where the hell is it going?

So, back to London, where this chat is based.

I read this piece by one established London columnist. She was literally massacring an established TV presenter, in his sixties, going out with a younger woman, and that was supposed to be bad.

I thought as I read it, what the hell problem? There was a tone of chiding, as though this was a crime. Tone, ladies and gents. Tone.

Did the accused rape this younger woman? No. Did she go for him because he forced her? I mean, this culture is non-existent in modern 21 century Europe.

Well, it definitely exists in some Third World societies, where younger brides are coerced to marry or interact with older men, for wealth, tradition and so on…Here we may I ask: Are those females really doing it for love?

But in the First World? Why question why an older man goes out with a younger woman? Or even vice versa?

If people like each other, are attracted and decide that age is just a number, and long live passion, why should we be shouting and condemning it?

There are loads of women out there who detest going with older men. Oh yes. But there is also a large number who do not mind. Just hook into Internet sites and read the age sections. Most would say, I want a man from 21 to 99. Or 30 to 99 and so on….What humans are craving for are happy relationships, happy times, understanding and joyous coupling.

If you pay a bit of money to these dating channels and find someone, well, why not? Of course it is a problem when a younger lady wants to have children.

If the chap is 62 like me, and the young maiden is 30, by the time their kid marries, he might be in his 90s.

If lucky, live as long as Pablo Picasso the famous painter. Picasso, by the way, had children to his 90s. Having said that, what is the use of having a 30 year old “geezer” who drinks and just makes the similar age lady’s life miserable? Happiness is like day. You never know what is going to happen after you wake up. You have your plans may go unexpected paths like the sun’s rays and shadows and tree leaves falling off the grass.

To conclude.

Love is blind.

I do think everyone on this earth has a fair chance to choose and have a romantic relationship with whoever is attracted to them and make them feel special ….

Repeat. Filled with bags and tons and kilogrammes of laughter.

 

London, 23 February, 2017..

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