Women never fall in love, they grow into it

In most societies of the world, long gone are the days when a man would walk around the village playing with a piece of stick in his hands, spot the kind of woman he would like to marry, lay in wait to elope her with the help of his friends and that very day make her the bearer of the first of his sixteen children to be.

Also gone are the days when the community and the family would make one marry from a certain family because that family’s great-grandfather was the best cattle raider of his age set. One could also not marry in another family because, there, children start to walk before they can learn to speak.