Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? I do

Sitting in my home, I heard Tina Turner’s hit song ‘What’s love got to do with it‘ playing from a random direction and when it got to the part where she asked ‘Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?
I answered ‘I do’ to myself 🙂

And here’s why:

I relate to her story and probably why she wrote the song and it makes a bit of sense.
No woman deserves to be hitten or abused.

But we are love beings.

Matters of the heart does not refer to the hollow muscular organ located behind the sternum, between the lungs in man.
It is connotative.

And so, I need a heart…

>Because, I want to remain human. A real human has SYMPATHY as one of the emotions embedded in him as a software by his creator.
Emotions distinguishes man from animals.
It is not for sale.
With sympathy and other emotions, I will not wish another what I will not wish myself.

>Because, I want to remain sane. If I cannot wish others what I wish myself, I can inflict harm on them and that is mentally unhealthy.

>Because, I want to see a baby smile back at me when I smile at him

>Because I want to be hugged without thinking if my hugger has a knife in one of his hands

>Because, I want my EMPATHY mode always activated.

>Because by default, my heart can pick up vibes! Manufacturers’ defect lol
So, if you think good, it’ll pick it up. It helps me in picking good friends from bad ones and people with good intentions from people with bad intentions 🙂

>Because, without it, I can’t pray for Nigerian leaders.

>Because, the bible says I should love my neighbour as myself

>Because with it, i can agnise nature in its purest state and believe that all of nature is interwoven.

>Because, amongst hundreds of other reasons, if anything happens to this heart I hold so dear, protect and nurture, if it breaks, it can be mended, healed, renewed, restored and made whole.

Thank you for reading.

Priscilla Esuku
© 2015


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