Poor Mary Nalule surely deserved a wedding
I am grieving. If I had a way, I would erect a statue of love embodied in Mary Nalule’s image. That way, I would immortalise her. But before you ask me who I am talking about, allow me make these declarations.
The closest thing to immortality is being in love. Life and death are the same; you can die or live for the person you love. Never mind Shakespeare immortalised Romeo and Juliet – life or death would not separate the two.
People in love tend to get the feeling of eternity. The world may stop, so will time. When the person they love is around, it feels good. And when the person is absent, the mind may wonder, and get close to their beloved – in spirit.
No wonder, both the young and old seek love.
When Nalule sought love on a local TV station, everyone thought she should hang her boots.
According to the 75-year-old, her heart had been battered, disappointed, and broken a number of times. But she understood that love was like the seasons; like a bad Winter (read very cold – in sub-Sahara Africa). At this point, many people give up, and only believers who know that there is Spring after every Winter, where flowers, grass and trees blossom, and Summer – to party.
The people who believe in love will know there is a rising sun, after the darkest night.
And that is why I am paying tribute to a woman who became a poster girl (read grandma) of love two years ago when she appeared on a local TV looking for a sweetheart.,
Nalule was particular. She wanted a White man. This wonderful grandma argued that she had dated Black men, poor and rich, but none had offered love to her satisfaction. And she wanted to try out a White man. And above all, she prayed for a wedding.
She had had two children in her previous relationships, but no man committed to her. And in her opinion, men had taken advantage of her. She called them “careless”.
I am not here to judge her. I will therefore not weigh in her views on the subject.
I am, however, here to pay tribute to her courage. To believe in love at 75 takes a lot, considering there are 30-year olds who have given up.
Nalule tells us; don’t ever give up on love after one or two heart breaks. The two men or women you have met may not represent the whole world. Try one more time.
That is why I salute Nalule. She is a heroine. A daughter of Venus - I would look for a Buganda equivalent if I knew the goddess’ name. And if that goddess does not exist – Mary Nalule is.
Unfortunately, Nalule is not alive to read my words. The woman from Mityana passed away last week. She was buried in Mpigi District.
I revisited her youtube video; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcH6wu2ebzw. Over 38,000 views - amazing! The little things she talks about life and love, can only be ignore at the viewer’s peril.
Nalule dreamt of a good life, she talked about walking along the beach with her boyfriend or husband. She wanted a wedding. She talked of dancing to Congolese music with her lover. She sounded like a hopeless romantic. Isn’t that what companionship is made of?
It is a pity Nalule returned to her Maker without inviting us to her wedding. One thing she left us, however, was her undying faith in love. We should all have that faith in love. There is something about being in love that makes a difference in life.
