There is no Such Thing as Love – #Tinashe

"We desire to be gods To conquer life, We build broken altars, Catch fire All in the name of love"

"We desire to be gods To conquer life, We build broken altars, Catch fire All in the name of love"

There is no Such Thing as Love as love is about a scientific theory, one that suggests that all our actions are due to biological and social impulses, not really free will. Why else would a king rejoice at having an heir when all it does is cement the reality of his inevitable demise? Because the kingdom (in this case, the entire human species) is bigger than the king and must go on. Our social, familial and romantic relationships are (in)fluenced by chemicals in the brain and meant to make sure humans don’t go extinct. I know it sounds quite depressing but I think it’s freeing, knowing that whatever we do, nature is doing its best to ensure our species survives (despite the destructive nature of said species). I could go on about this unto eternity but the reader (in the case of the video, viewer) may find consolation in knowing that I do believe in love, and I also believe that a lot of it is chemicals in our brains, which doesn’t make it any less valid ❤️.

There is no Such Thing as Love by Tinashe Tafirenyika

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Tinashe Tafirenyika

With a belief that art is a catalyst for change, Tinashe Tafirenyikahas disrupted the Zimbabwe Poetry Scene. In 2017 she became the first woman and youngest person to receive a National Arts Merit Award (NAMA) in Spoken Word Poetry in Zimbabwe. The same year she also received a Bulawayo Arts Award (BAA) for her poetry.

In 2018 she became the only person to have won a NAMA twice in the Spoken Word Poetry category. She released her first poetry video, “Sarah Baartman” that year.

When not stringing words together Tinashe practices as a Medical Laboratory Scientist in her home town, Bulawayo, where she is based.

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With a belief that art is a catalyst for change, Tinashe Tafirenyika has disrupted the Zimbabwe Poetry Scene. In 2017 she became the first woman and youngest person to receive a National Arts Merit Award (NAMA) in Spoken Word Poetry in Zimbabwe. The same year she also received a Bulawayo Arts Award (BAA) for her poetry. In 2018 she became the only person to have won a NAMA twice in the Spoken Word Poetry category. She released her first poetry video, “Sarah Baartman” that year. When not stringing words together Tinashe practices as a Medical Laboratory Scientist in her home town, Bulawayo, where she is based.

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