Tanzania, March 9 -- When I see infatuated kids dripping with dramatised affections, my mind takes me back to the days of the yore when love was the way we read it in the cheap Mills and Boon paperback novels (they were popular with girls. Boys enjoyed crime James Hardley Chase and Nick Carter) and the way soap operas depicted it to be.

My high school headmaster called this kind of sloppy love "puppy love."

In our time, we wrote endless letters, wrote poems, and talked ourselves hoarse, reciting "lyrics" that, looking back, could not impress a monkey on cocaine.

There was no internet or mobile phones. Indeed, mobile phones were the reserve for aliens from outer space.

The girls loved it

I have never been a woman, and I have no intent...