Maturity! One thing that no one really can’t measure but yet pretty good at measuring. Growing up in rural areas of KwaMadlala my parents told me everything about love, relationships, career, money and mostly respect and loyalty.

My father used to say no one can really love without trust. He used to ask what is love really, without respect and honesty. No woman can really build a relationship without trust, he said, the moment you let you let women’s perspective of love guide you your relationship is the very moment you lose your position as a man, he extended.

For so long I couldn’t comprehend what he really meant. How could I? I was young and naive, then I couldn’t even spell hygiene correctly. I couldn’t even understand my mom when she said a woman is towel, she’s never clean, and the moment she chooses to be clean is when she loses her position as a woman.

A woman is not love, my mother said, but all that makes what love is, as she continued to lecture me. A woman is all ingredients that makes the chocolate, but a man is whatever assemblies them for whatever reason equal and greater than love.

Still I couldn’t understand.

Decade down the line, guess the ingredients could really mix with the whatsoever assemble them for chocolate and the trust and loyalty was held but the opposite supposedly holder.

At the moment every came to light. I was no longer imbecile, young as I was, I was no longer naive. Their teaching dissembled and reassembled and I realised the gold and gold does not really make one gold when they met. They make two gold, with different intentions they can be seen as one in unity or as one in conflict.

I was glade that their teaching made a man out of a boy, but the uncomfortable truth was that they were preparing me for their devorce and I couldn’t do anything about it.