The State Against The Nation

It’s hard to grow up in a home where the father is the symbol of all terror, both to the children and the mother that chose him and gave him all these privileges that he has finally disregarded.  I was not raised in a home with parents, but I saw such homes and wondered how the children ever lived to it. But now that I am older, my sympathies go out to the women who chose such men, who forsook the advice of many other loving and loved ones to believe and cling to the man’s word. We could call them fools but love has reasons of its own and we are never wrong for having faith in our decisions and that things are going to get better, or that we are right. Faith like that should never be scolded even when we are definitely heading in the wrong direction or there would be no reason for person will. 

So they find themselves in a miserable corner and they are making all these vows and promises to do and never to do and yet in reality, the more the make such vows, the more the hurt each other but themselves and the children more. Some have got out of such marriages, but many are trapped by this life long commitment and by the desire to raise their children in a home, even though where they find themselves at the moment is far from home. I speak for women but we need to know that there are also men that have tried to bring the world home to a rebellious woman, one who only wants death for the marriage. A whore in her intentions and deeds, those men have suffered brutally, because the failed when they did their best and when they sought to get better but were not helped at all. 

But how do we reconcile the determination to withhold that which should help all get better, how do we advise one to save that which they once sought after so passionately to feed themselves in the time of drought and famine when the food is availed? I think there is no way of getting that out well. The man that was supposed to hold and cherish finally bruises and tears, the wife that was supposed to cushion and curdle begins to crush and grind. We see that in our societies, we have been victims of good intentions crushed or the very people that have crushed the other’s good intentions. The point is we hide ourselves far below the surface and we put those that we chose and that chose us to the impossible task of finding us and locating us form beneath the rubble of pain and greed that we lay.

We each have turned into a time bomb, unwilling to unveil ourselves, thinking that we are protecting ourselves and yet we are creating better grounds to destroy ourselves. We all can only persist for a while because persistence has a purpose and while the purpose persists in not coming forth, defeat is bound to happen. The nation gives its sons and daughters the liberty to form a state and take care of the nation, but because they have deep conceited motives that may not favour the nation, they abuse that right with terror and treachery.  What was meant to be the state and the nation becomes the state against the nations.

We are all bleeding, all of us that have been betrayed, and this union is beginning to feel so virtual that many of us fail to realise it. The wives are walking out and leaving the children to the fangs of time and that is the story of our union. We have taken it and turned against each other, some more vicious that the other and when the nose is squeezed so hard, it finally bleeds. To all the couples that have turned against each other, to the individuals so eager to hide themselves, we have this one opportunity to meet and talk like grown ups, to realise that there is not shame in expressing our fears and interests and to be faithful to our union and to each other.