The Ugly Affection;

The Meeting;

Seated at the bar counter, she entered and even though she was a distance off, I felt my heart leap, a leap into death;

We all are familiar with the day we first encountered the death the keeps glaring at us, eating pieces of us while feeding us with just enough to keep us alive for the next day’s meal. We subject ourselves to that fatal destiny, to be prey to what has attracted us from a distance. The corrupting politician and the cheating spouse, the student that will not earn their points and the lecturer that will not let them go; we all had a moment of first seeing.

The journey from where we are safely seated to where she dangerously stands can be very short. The plight of our society is not that we have corrupt leaders or prostituted by the road side. Our plight is that the parenting system has been broken. That has been the short distance from where we were safely seated as a nation to where she stood at the entrance of the bar. And when you think of it that was our mistake, to assume that we can just seat and leave our doors open for all that wanted to take a look. Our children have been taught to conquer but not to defend, that which they have conquered.

For decades we prided in our heritage, of how strong our roots were and how long they would preserve us. That pride is not so today, from the day we met the evils that attracted us, we lost the right to pride in the heritage that once was.

The Kissing;

I walked to her, with one desire in my heart, to kiss those wet lips of hers, to kiss myself into the poison that would see my children crippled and grand children incomplete.

When we take those road trips upcountry we often encounter people that tell stories of how their leaders have been cheats, women that speak ill of their co-wives and yet in those stories lies a great mystery. First the husband was cheating, now the co-wife is encroaching on her marriage, first the leader was a liar, today he is a smart man, a hero that has managed to get high on the political ladder.

Like it or not, slowly we begin to kiss that which we once hated. The system of parenting that looks at the most immediate need with no regard to the future the solution being provided will create is what is killing us. Parents that will want to have excellent students of their children with out necessarily showing them how to succeed or why the have to, or even more importantly what success mean, are creating time bombs. Society has placed a demand on all of us, that young women should be indecent to be beautiful, that beauty is a particular definition, that young men should all drive cars regardless of how they get them.

This road we have placed our feet on, it taking us to the furthest peats and it’s not us that will wake to realise it, not even our children will but our grand children.

Making Lo....

I then took her into my arms, my heart racing with excitement looking into the eyes of my death, the very weapons that will render me inhuman and my entire kind..

After all these years, we have become one with the things we purport to fight. The anti corruption unit is in itself filled with corrupt individuals, they are fighting an evil that rests deep into their own hearts and yet they seek to fight it elsewhere. That is why when one of them shows that they have well dealt with that evil on their inside, they all get scared and wish to get rid of such a one, or will remain silent as the loudly corrupt come out against such a one.

We have been made one with what we once thought was only in the others or far off from our open doors. You see while it is not affecting us, its introducing itself to us, not just in this time but also in all of the times ahead. We are slowly being united and developing an emotion attachment and intellectual adjustment. That is the power of a conqueror who will not necessarily attach but keep watching, stretching their hand out for you shake at your ease and they let you know that you are free to stop when you feel like and when we want.

Our First Child;

I held her in my hands, my baby smiling at me laughing at the fool that I had become just to have her..

Many years of holding hands, making lo.. And much more, we are one, we are deprived of the ability to see better. What was at one time blinding us, is one with us and when you think of it, we are not only blinded, we are the blinding factor. We are filled with ignorant knowledge, that strange power that keeps us from knowing that which would have helped us become better. At this point we are not interested in knowing better but in teaching that which we have become to the next generation. That has been the plight of our nation, that our forefathers kept the house open, they gave themselves a chance to know what seemed strange and now, to us , the children of their knowledge that ugly affection is the way of life.

So when you awake in the morning look at what you have and realise that the battle against the beasts around us, starts with each of us conquering those on the inside of us.