My dear friends of the interwebs

Today I feel inspired by love.

That love that made Emperor Shah Jahan of India to build the Taj Mahal, a monument that took twenty two years and twenty two thousand workers to build, as a memorial and resting place of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died during childbirth.

That love that made British Lord Maurice Egerton build, in ten years, a majestic castle in Nakuru, Kenya to impress the love of his life, an Austrian lady whom he had deeply loved for seven years and to whom he wished to become engaged. He built it after she refused to stay in his six-bedroomed house, saying it was too small for a person of royalty like her.

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My dear friends of the interwebs,

Today I feel inspired by love. But I am at the same time jealous. Jealous because my mother tongue, Kikuyu, just like my two national languages, English and Kiswahili, have only one word for “love” in all it’s forms, colors and presentations. This is unlike the Greek language, which has eight different shades of “love”.

That love that made Emperor Shah Jahan of India to build the Taj Mahal, a monument that took twenty two years and twenty two thousand workers to build, as a memorial and resting place of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died during childbirth.

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