I want to learn martial art, Kung Fu or even boxing to beat the hell out of those who tarnish love 

Those who use it for wrong reasons, for everything else except giving it to those they claim to love 

Because love is my favourite subject, I’d do anything for it 

 

Love is the reason every young innocent soul is born, the reason they call you mommy/daddy 

Because every time love takes place, two hearts combines, something beautiful comes up 

 

It is the greatest invention, engineered by our minds, hearts and souls 

It completes you, puts your mind and soul at ease 

It transforms your mood, joy and laughter becomes part of your life 

 

It will get you walking on “no go zones”, melts your fear, then make it disappear like steam in the wind 

It will motivate you to keep going even when there's absolutely no reason to 

To hang on even when they seem to have forgotten you  

To stay alive, because it goes out of its way to find something for you to live for 

It might turn around and take it away, but you’ve got to check sometimes if you're not responsible for that 

Because love is my favourite subject and I have nothing but respect for it 

 

Love will get you in places you’ve never been, places you never thought you’ll ever go to

It will teach you Venda, probably the most difficult language 

It will get you speaking Chinese, “Shing shong”, “Shung yung”, “Wang tena” will be your thing 

That’s why it’s my favorite subject, it never seizes to surprise 

 

It kills more innocent souls, destroys beyond imagination 

It’s probably the result of all the broken families, broken marriages and all the messed up relationships 

Regardless, Love is my favourite subject and I deeply believe in it still 

 

It cracks the stable heart, melts the frozen like solid mind 

It drifts the time, slowly it becomes you lose the count 

It converts burning December sun rays to freezing August cold fronts 

It turns a humble man into a control freak, then a restless, jealous and uncontrollable freak 

 

It paints fear in your soul, threatens your happiness 

Take you places you don’t wanna be at, because it has a tendency of bringing the worst in you 

But love is my favorite subject, and I deeply believe in it still 

 

It takes all the blame, but do you ever bother to blame yourself when it doesn't work 

I guess not, but I want you to know, love is my favourite subject 

Irrespective of all the broken hearts it caused, the broken families, everything bad it caused, I believe in it still 

 

Love heals, love hurts, it’s a double package in one 

It is capable of taking everything bad, convert it to something beautiful 

It always finds something good in every bad thing, simply ignores the bad and only spot what’s good in it 

Makes you naive, you won’t identify anything wrong about them 

From head to toe, you’ll recognize no flaws in them, because love simply put perfection in everything it falls on 

It paints it with only beautiful colours. Overlooks the weakness to visualize only the strengths 

It may explode like a bomb in Mogadishu, destroy what was once a beautiful thing 

Leaving nothing to be remembered for, but it’s still my favourite subject 

 

It made you complete, then shattered. You’re not the only one 

It’s happening to you, it happened to me, it happens to everyone 

To find your heart torn apart, but it wasn't the last time 

Because love will always find a way to make you fall again 

 

So many people have died because of it, countless of them are mending their broken hearts 

But it’s not worth opposing it when it comes, because it remains the most wonderful thing to have 

 

Love turns a hitman, someone whose main job is to cut short other people's lives into a loving husband

It turns a stubborn Zulu man into loving and considerate person who takes time to listen with an open mind 

It changes the worst into something amazing, admirable 

 

Love confuses a Xhosa woman to call her mama back home, telling her that she got a job while in actual fact she’s found love.

She suddenly feels so good that she refocuses her entire energy to loving her man instead of finding an actual paying job. Not that I blame her 

Because the newly found responsibility that love comes with can make you forget that you won’t be getting paid at the end of the month

You forget the same person you love so much can serve you with retrenchment letter anytime 

 

Khumbulekhaya was probably created to find those men who found love and forgot about everything else in their lives 

Including the wives that the elders chose for them, the babies that came out of that arranged marriage 

Because love is so powerful, it makes you forget everything including your past 

Erase all the sadness, replacing with endless happy moments 

 

It doesn’t go away even when season changes 

It remains intact, the most wonderful thing to ever happen in any of us 

 

It has always been there, before the heated arguments, before the broken hearts 

Before all the lies, the cheating. Love was there 

Before the breakups, all the disappointments, there was love 

 

It might come first, last, but at some stage love takes place 

That’s why it’s still my favourite, it pops up when you least expecting it and last forever 

 

You can either use it to build the most wonderful family, to destroy every heart that opens up to you 

Or just as a cover-up to get under the skin of the innocent souls when they say no, it’s your choice 

But love is my favourite subject, and I deeply believe in it

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