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Cohabiting – a fashionable experience

By Susan Mwape

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ne of the ills of modern society is the recent trend that which has come up among young people and it is that of cohabiting. Most young are living together without the bond of marriage this could either be a sign of independence or of degradation of morals.

It makes one wonder what is really is going on, what has made the whole scenario so tolerable, unless it’s a member of your family; there is no need to complain about it. When you question the elderly in our communities they will usual say “children of nowadays”. What if we turn the scenario and say adults of nowadays? Why was it not so common long ago to see young people cohabiting and having children out of wedlock?

One angle I would like to look at is the fight for equal rights and female independence, personally I feel men and women should have equal opportunities but at the same time women should also take time to be women and men to be men.

Society needs to realize the union of marriage was created for a purpose and this purpose is for the good of all mankind. In marriage are a lot of securities, in as much as other may argue that cohabiting is better because it gives both parties independence, it brings back the issue of “too much of anything is bad” and excessive freedom is not good enough.

The Bible too encourages us to be married and not to live adulterous lives so all those that are cohabiting are adulterous, the dilute the purpose of a union that was created for the well being and benefit of mankind. Of course some are doing it only because they think its fashionable.

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