With the red theme, it’s time I joined the masses. The old adage has been and still is “if you can’t beat them join them.” Now, is when cupid has random arrows in his quiver and me (the faithful assistant) I’m painting people red especially them, of completely no match. How the red screams danger and aliens here on earth are screaming love!! Human beings in Jupiter, must be dying to get on earth to witness this rare spectacle. Earth must have changed its color from the lively blue to red, boiling magma.
It’s to be 14th if it is already not.
Valentines!!
“Yaaay!” I mean @!&^#@.
I meant to say shucks but we all do that in the toilet( It’s funny how things have changed and all for the worse especially for the common folks who being on either side of the poverty line, (them the line is chasing and them chasing the line) the demand to supply is more than the supplier can fulfill the ‘market’. The economic times at this particular time is of no favor to anyone. I’m told meat is no longer sold in the famous “kaquora”, “kanuthu”,” gakiro” and for them from the suburbs”. (Forgive me rich kids, I’m only fighting for the scraps here.)
I’ve taken a keen interest to have my x-ray glasses on so as to see the “inner beauty” of the men and women, as I walk by the streets and it’s like opening history from the incognito tab. (we all know we have sinned…. And here is a prayer, ”forgive us Father for we have sinned”)
Walking with cupid has been fun. Until now he has shot no shot. I’ve tripped over and over and rather than paint deserving men and women red, I’ve randomly spilled on them the paint and none has complained. That’s a red flag! (It could be you were painted red!!) You are not in danger you are the danger! And here you are screaming love at the top of your voice, Buoy!! That is messed up.
“Akili ni nywele” and rusty finger has a Rasta man, therefore no way this would be anything below a dissertation by a PhD holder defending their thesis.
I’m not submitting one, however I will have my observations and my story about person x, why they are now retired, the slang is “ex”, and if there is person y, and why? These are some juices, you have to be hydrated remember.
On this cursed land I have seen beautiful stories. The candle marrying the wax. The moon going for the sun. The chaff going for the wind. The peace going for the storm. The innocent going for the guilty. The prey going for the predator. The loyalty condescending for the commoner. The beauty going for the beast. White going for dirt. And the question is why always that?
We will possibly grow old faster trying to decode this. Though there are lessons to be learned more than there is to shun the “L” word. It’s always beautiful until you want to keep it for yourself. It is for the good of the people, by the people, to the people. Keep it to self and you eat the apple and you mess life in the garden of Eden and it’s now a life of toil, sweat, regret and death.
Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it does not boast, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not self-seeking, it keeps no record of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
In all definitions of love this is more home. No wonder love “misfits”. But is it really misfits? Is it really blind?