BEND A LITTLE.

Happy Valentines! And Happy Birthdays to Valentines!

So, the corny ones are trying to piece together all the red they have in their closets into some form of outfit. While. The “cool ones” are trying to piece together outfits with the least bit of red, possible.

Whichever side you fall in, you acknowledge the Red. Whether you go about saying “I don’t believe in this Valentino business”, and what not. You acknowledge it. I mean come on. You can’t say it doesn’t get to you. You’ll walk around today. All the ladies in the office will smell yummier than usual. The lads will be more gentleman-like, if only for today. Smiles will be wider. Heck, sex will be wilder!

My word is simple today. Don’t deny them. Whether you believe in today’s business or not. Don’t impose your beliefs on another. See, your partner may say today means nothing, just to keep the peace, just to seem as “cool” as you SEEM, just not to come off needy. But for heaven’s sake, how do you suppose they’ll Feel when their friends blow up their phone at the end of the day with jumpy stories of how exciting their day has been!

If only to be sensitive; if only to be caring; Bend a little.

Romance may be awfully corny. But it sure beats losing someone just to seem macho, or whatever, don’t you suppose?

LIFE AFTER DEATH

It’s a cold morning. It always is where I am. It always is because you left me. It always is because you forgot me. Check that; You want to forget me. But every once in a while I creep up in your thoughts. I especially like doing so in the night. Because then, you cannot shoo me away from your thoughts with rubbish distractions. Because then, I can rob you of your sleep, just like you robbed me of my life.

Do you wonder how old I am now? Do you? Ha. Of course you don’t. Well, I will tell you all the same. I am two years old. I am three years old. I could be four months old, even. That hardly matters though, because when I look in the mirror, I look forty years old. Bruises will do that to you. Cuts will do that to you. Death will certainly do that to you.

I read in some silly book the other day that blood is thicker than water. Yes I can read now. What, you thought I couldn’t do that without your guidance? Without your help? Without your support? Anyway what was that I was saying about fools? Ah, yes. Blood being thick? Well, it sure isn’t thick enough. The blood you and I share sure was not thick enough.

Do you want to know what I look like? Do you really want to? Or am I bothering you, again? Well up yours, Boss. I look nothing like the cuddled up images you saw of me when I was a month old. That was a camouflage.  I’m a man now. Well, a boy. No, a man actually. You’re the boy for running away. Am I hurting you? I apologize. I genuinely do not mean to. The same way you did not mean to hurt me when you had me yanked out of that warm place. You say you were not man enough to feed me. Well, boy, I’ve fed myself since I’ve been gone. I’ve filled my tummy with pain. With hate. With death. (Belch).

But hey, I will not be too hard on you. Let’s leave that ugly job for the Man Up. I will leave you with this; if at all you can hear me through last night’s hang-down; I AM ALIVE! You could not wish me away. You never will wish me away. And I’ll feed, and feed some more. To one day come back to Fight you.  And I’ll read, and read some more. To one day come back to Teach you what you were too boy-ish to teach me back when; to Teach you how not only to screw like a man, but also to Be A Man.

 

Each year, an estimated 316,560 abortions- both spontaneous and induced- occur in Kenya.