"I love you" in 100 languages.

English - I love you
Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)
Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)
Armenian - Yes kez sirumem
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi (pronounced: Amee toe-ma-kee bhalo-bashee)
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Obicham te
Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah
Catalan - T'estimo
Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Chinese
Cantonese - Ngo oiy ney a
Mandarin - Wo ai ni
Comanche - U kamakutu nu
(pronounced oo----ka-ma-koo-too-----nu) -- Thx Tony Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Cree - Kisakihitin
Creol - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
Elvish - Amin mela lle (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Afgreki'
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Frisian - Ik hald fan dy
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - Ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapo
Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha Au Ia`oe
Hebrew
To female - "ani ohev otach" (said by male) "ohevet Otach" (said by female)
To male - "ani ohev otcha" (said by male) "Ohevet ot'cha" (said by female)
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru or Anata ga daisuki desu
Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo or Nanun tangshinul sarang hamnida
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gaer
Macedonian - Te Sakam
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Maltese - Inhobbok
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Ndebele - Niyakutanda
Norwegian
Bokmaal - Jeg elsker deg
Nyonrsk - Eg elskar deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te iubesc
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You')
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Surinam - Mi lobi joe
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai
To female - Phom rak khun
To male - Chan rak khun
Informal - Rak te
Tunisian - Ha eh bak
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese
To female - Anh ye^u em
To male - Em ye^u anh
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di   
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe
Zazi - Ezhele hezdege
Zuni - Tom ho' ichema

choices and consequences.

CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES

I felt as if I were walking with destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and this trial.

Winston Churchill (1874 - 1965)

A story was once told of a man who believe that his life and destiny in life is attached to the number ‘five(5)’, he was born on march 5,eat five times a day, had five children, rent the fifth house  on the fifth street on the fifth avenue.

He always buy everything in fives and so one day he decided to put all his live savings in to a bet on a horse named cinco(Spanish word for the number 5) in a horse race and at last the horse came out fifth in the race, surprisingly the man blame the number five for his woes. Having a good reflection on the story we will find out that it all boils down to the choices that had been made by a man and not a problem with the number five(5).

Many of us today think and act like the man in the story, always blaming things and people around us for the failure and pain we caused ourselves and never taking time to consider holistically, the choices we made that brought the failure. The other day I decided to stay indoor for the whole day and  had to make an important call but I had no credit on my phone, you should know what the end result will be and it was my choice.

From our wake up time to our bed time, relationship to finances, marriage to careers, all are product of our choices and they will one way or the other had consequence(s) whether positive or negative on the direction our live will go. Many fail an examination and decided not to try again and therefore end up at that level, many suffered heartbreaks from relationship with people and never got over it but what they fail to understand is the fact that they are making a choice and at the end will be haunted by the outcome.

Those good things we enjoy were made possible because certain individual made good choices in the past and the weight now rest on our shoulder to start to make right choices and continue making them because there is always a consequence attached.

Even in the choice of the food we eat, the clothe we wear and the company we keep, all in one way or the other will leave a mark. From obesity and diabetes to rape and imprisonment or bankruptcy, there is always a way to end.

Why should you choose to steal or rob others of their goods in order to survive? Why should you choose to cheat before you can pass?

Why should you choose not to stand up for anything and keep falling for everything and why always choose failure in place of excellence?

All the excuse in the world  will never make up for any problem that arises from choices and the only panacea to it is to take responsibility for those choices, start to make better and positive ones and always be ready to live with the consequence(s).   

marriage matters.

This is a true life story of a man. I hope after reading it you will find a lesson in it. happy reading…………………

When I got home that night as my wife serve dinner, I held her hand and said, I have to something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly i did not know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what i was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She did not seems to be my annoyed by my words, Instead she asked me softly, why,I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man that night we did not talk to each other. She was weeping. I new she want to find out what happen to our marriage. But i could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she has lost my heart to dew, I don’t love her any more, I just pitied her.

With a deep sense of quilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30 stake of my company. she glance at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who has spend ten years of her life with me has become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted life time, resource and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I love dew dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected see. To me her cry was actually a release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did not had supper but went straight to bed and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. She did not need anything from me, but needed a month notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live a normal life as possible, Her reason were simple. our son has his exams in a month time and she did not want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she ask me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every morning for the month duration I will carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told dew about my wife divorce conditions....she laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what trick she applies ,she has to face the divorce ,she said scornfully.

My wife and I had not had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. so when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His word brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, i walk over ten meters with her in my arms. She close her eyes and said softly, don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down out side the door. she went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taking its toll on her. For a minute i wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slip by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. she was choosing what to wear one morning, she tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one...Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. i suddenly realized that she had grown thin, that was the reason why i could carry her easily. suddenly it hit me ...she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

our son came in the moment and said, Dad, its time to carry mum out. to him, seeing his father carrying his  mother out had become essential part of his life. My wife gesture to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because i was afraid i might change my mind at this last minute, I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room to the hallway. her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. i held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. on the last day when i held her in my arms i could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said; I  hadn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office ....jumped out of the swiftly without locking door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind....I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and i say to her, sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me astonished and then touched my forehead. do you have a fever? she said. I moved her hand off my head. sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

              Dew seems to suddenly wake up. she gave a loud slap and than slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. that evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, i run upstairs, only to find my wife in the bed-dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. it is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah! blah!! blah!!! these create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. so find time to be your spouse's friend and those little things for each other that build intimacy. do you have a real happy marriage!