Episode 95

Written By Knight Fredel

A Tale of Two Stones: One Sparkles, One Bleeds

Once upon a time (and still, sadly, today), there was diamond, that cold, glittering king of stones. It sparkled, sure, but oh, how much blood it drank to glisten. Wars were fought over it. Villages razed. Limbs severed. Children sent into the depths of mines.

And yet, we all clapped when some poor lad, knees shaking in front of a restaurant crowd, slipped a blood-drenched diamond on his beloved’s finger and whispered:

“Say yes, darling… but please ignore the ghosts embedded in the rock.”

Enter moissanite.

Unlike its murderous cousin, moissanite fell from the heavens; quite literally. Discovered in a meteor crater in 1893 by Henri Moissan (who probably deserved a bottle of champagne and a planet named after him), this cosmic gem sparkles brighter, costs slightly less than diamond, and carries no curses from weeping windows or angry spirits.

So, it was perfect to say: “If diamonds are earth’s tears, moissanite is a star’s kiss from star dust”.

Why Moissanite is Sexier than Diamond (and More Faithful)

Moissanite doesn’t just sparkle; it dazzles. Scientifically speaking, it has a higher refractive index than diamond. That’s a fancy way of saying it throws more fire and rainbow into the air than your average gemstone could ever do.

It’s stronger than most stones; second only to diamond in hardness; but unlike diamond, it doesn’t demand half your salary or your soul.

It’s rarer in nature, too. Natural moissanite is so scarce we have to grow it in labs (kind of like cloning a unicorn). Yet even when grown, it keeps that rare, cosmic symbolism: you are wearing a sliver of stardust, not the spoils of war.

If you want to tell your lady she’s a rare, precious, and cosmic being; don’t plunk down a bloody diamond. Hand her a star instead. Show her she’s a celestial phenomenon, not a casualty.

Men, Wear the Damn Ring Too!

Oh yes, now we arrive at the age-old injustice; “the Lord of the Ring paradox”.

She wears a ring that could double as a car payment, shining and signaling to the world that she is “taken.” Meanwhile, you, sir, strut around ring-free, like a rooster at dawn, pretending you’re still in the market.

Some men even forget they proposed. Some… (and you know who you are) … propose to two, maybe three women at a time, playing a sort of romantic hide-and-seek until one of them figures it out and turns into Galadriel herself proclaims: “You have no power here!”

If you wear a ring (and you should), you’re reminded every day that you have responsibilities. That someone’s daughter trusted you. That you made a promise. That you are not free to chase anything in skirt and blouse while your fiancée sits at home, slowly turning into the actual “Lord of the Ring”.

Imagine your lady explaining:

“Oh, that’s just my fiancé. He doesn’t wear a ring because he likes to… explore his options.”

Doesn’t sound so noble, does it?

Dear men, if you fancy yourself a king, then kindly wear the damn crown, or in this case, the ring.

You cannot go about roaring about “royalty” while mysteriously slipping just one half of the royal regalia on your lady’s finger and leaving your own finger scandalously naked, like some rebellious pauper at a coronation.

Engagement rings are not one-way tickets to her servitude, they come in pairs, like lungs, or eyebrows. Nature understands symmetry; so, should you.

Yet here we are, in this modern masquerade, where most women don’t even know, the poor man is also supposed to wear his ring. Why? Because some clever rascal of a man ages ago convinced the entire species that only the lady should wear it; while he roams free, finger unclaimed, heart allegedly “reserved,” but eyes everywhere.

Ladies, wake up. Google it. Dust off the scrolls of history or at least ask someone over 50.

Engagement rings are supposed to sit on both your fingers; his and hers; like a shining declaration that neither of you is available for romantic mischief. Do not let him seduce you into becoming the Lord of the Ring, clutching the precious like a lonely Gollum while he gallivants around like Frodo at a bachelor party.

Demand his ring. And make sure he wears it. Because if he insists on acting like a king without his crown, well… he’s just another jester auditioning for your throne.

Why Moissanite Is the Perfect Symbol for Love That Doesn’t Kill Anyone

Moissanite is rare but not destructive. It shines brighter but demands less. It’s tough yet beautiful. Just like love should be.

Diamonds, for all their marketing, come with stories you wouldn’t tell your children; but moissanite is pure, cosmic, and symbolic of the kind of love that doesn’t cost lives.

So, when you kneel with that box in your hand, imagine saying:

“You, my love, are my rare star. You deserve a stone that honors your soul, not the souls of strangers sacrificed in mines.”

And then, after slipping her ring into her finger; when you stand up, slip on your own ring too. Because she shouldn’t have to be the only one wearing a symbol of belonging while you wander around pretending, you’re Frodo on a solo quest in the Lord of the Ring movie.

Practical Magic; Moissanite’s Durability and Spark

For those still clinging to excuses:

Yes, moissanite is strong enough to last a lifetime.

Yes, it shines brighter than diamonds.

Yes, it is resistant to scratches, chips, and the wild swings of daily life.

No, it does not come with a backstory involving child labor or civil war.

When light hits it, it dances. When she sees it, she’ll smile. And when others ask, you can say:

“It’s a star that fell for her.”

Now tell me that doesn’t sound more romantic than,

“Oh, I bought it at the mall because the salesman guilt-tripped me.”

Epilogue: A Love Without Blood, A Ring Without Excuse

So, here’s the bottom line:

• Choose moissanite because it tells her she’s rare and radiant.
• Wear your own ring because you’re a grown man with a spine.
• And never forget: A marriage is two people orbiting each other like stars; not one wearing the weight of the cosmos while the other floats around like a lost asteroid.

Gentlemen; stop making your fiancées the sole Lord of the Ring.

Join her in the circle. Wear the damn thing. And while you’re at it, let it be moissanite; because nothing says “I love you” like giving her the stars instead of the scars.

Written By Knight Fredel

Courtesy: Awake Afraka Magazine

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See Also:

A THOUSAND YEARS WAS YESTERDAY – BY KNIGHT FREDEL

THE INVERTED TRUTH: When Light Becomes Darkness (part 1) – By Knight Fredel