By CJ GICHERUMore by this AuthorMy first memory of love was in kindergarten. Her bed was warm, and that is how I have always thought of love; as warmth. Perhaps this explains my failures in the love department in my adulthood. I have grown to expect love to flow as a mum’s does…freely, effortlessly. I was curious about how one finds love find love in this modern age.

Source: Daily Nation February 13, 2019 09:11 UTC