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Asimegbe Samuel
Thursday 12 November 2026

WHY IS MONEY THE BRIDGE TO LOVE? 💔


An expression of the heart, a question to society.

Why must money stand between two hearts
Before they are permitted to beat as one?
Why must affection wear the garment of wealth,
And why must the poor apologise for having dreams?

I remember when I was a young boy,
I used to watch grown-ups fall in love without money.
Back then, money was never the foundation of love;
It only beautified the relationship,
Adding comfort to what the heart had already built.

I wonder what happened to those kinds of love.
Where did the simplicity disappear?
When did affection become an investment,
And when did commitment become a transaction?

I have questioned love several times.
What happened to the idea of building together?
Starting with little, growing through struggles,
And becoming a perfect couple through patience,
Understanding, sacrifice and genuine affection.

Must we have everything before we begin?
Must the house be completed before we lay the foundation?
Must the harvest come before we are willing to plant?
Why can't two people hold hands, face the storms,
And build a beautiful future from almost nothing?

I remember my father.
He was not a wealthy man,
Yet he married an expensive queen,
A woman whose worth could never be measured in gold.
A woman who eventually became my mother.

He may not have possessed the riches of a king,
But he found a queen whose value was beyond material things.
And looking at her, I see a beautiful woman,
A woman whose existence deserves more than ordinary words.

What a great woman you are, Mother.
If I ever learn the true meaning of love,
Perhaps it is because I witnessed a beautiful example in you.
You are a reminder that a woman's worth
Is far greater than the price of what a man can provide.

Mummy, I love you.

And looking at my parents, I began to wonder:
Was love different in their generation,
Or has our generation simply forgotten its meaning?

If money is the bridge to love,
What happens when the river of poverty rises?
Will two hearts abandon the journey
Because one can no longer afford the crossing?

I do not deny that money brings comfort.
I understand that love needs responsibility,
That affection alone cannot pay every bill,
And that dreams require more than beautiful promises.

But must financial stability become the entrance fee to someone's heart?

When did we stop asking,
"Can we build a future together?"
And start asking,
"What can you offer me right now?"

Perhaps we have confused the beauty of provision
With the meaning of love itself.

I am not asking anyone to marry poverty,
Nor am I saying that struggling is romantic.
I am only asking why we have made wealth
A condition for experiencing genuine affection.

Because money can buy a beautiful wedding,
But it cannot guarantee a beautiful marriage.
It can build a magnificent house,
But it cannot command two hearts to call it home.

Money can purchase a thousand roses,
But it cannot manufacture the sincerity behind a single one.
It can attract attention,
But it cannot force someone to genuinely care.

So I ask again, with a heart full of questions:

WHY IS MONEY THE BRIDGE TO LOVE?

When love itself was supposed to be the bridge
That carried two people through life's uncertainties.

Perhaps the greatest tragedy of our time
Is not that people no longer know how to love,
But that they have learned to calculate love
Before allowing themselves to feel it.

And if I must leave the world with one thought,
Let it be this:

Do not wait until you can afford the whole journey
Before finding someone willing to walk beside you.
For wealth can make the journey comfortable,
But genuine love gives the journey meaning.

Money may beautify love,
But it should never be the price of admission.



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