Perfection ends...

I was stuck in traffic this morning, not too long ago in fact. It was the kind of early traffic that you would normally loathe for keeping you away from the work you wanted to get done. And the driver of our matatu was a Rasta man. He had, hidden within a swollen mound of cap, a glorious mane of true African kink.

So, yes. As stuck as we were, no one was mad. The driver kept chiding his conductors for not 'fixing' a jam that he invariably caused to begin with by using the wrong lane; they promptly, but not very proactively fixed the jam and had us moving in what seemed like no time.

During the short struggle however, our bus had touched bellies with a smaller personal type car and once again the driver chided one of his men for not fixing the chuma. Chuma? Asked the conductor. Yes chuma the dreadlocked driver had responded. Chuma? Asked the conductor again. Eeeh chuma the driver had responded rather disgustedly. This had everyone in the bus giggling like silly little girls. I hadn’t spared.

Remind me of that time I’d gone into Tuskey’s and when that Boyz II Men - Mariah Carrey song had started, everyone had started singing along. Sometimes, the universe puts together a bunch of people who would live in perfect harmony with each other. We just never open our eyes to it.

A soon as I left that bus I felt like i had lost a family. It wa like leaving an island you knew you could never get back to because global warming was going to cause it to be submerged forever. It’s just the way things are sometimes. They’re beautifully perfect for a while. And then they’re perfectly over forever.

All I missed out on

Every time I think about the things my folks DID NOT do for me, that they should have, I am reminded how big of a miracle it is that I am alive. I remember being sick most of the time as a child and being asked:

"How long have you been feeling like this," by one of my parents. In spite of an answer to affirm how gravely ill I was, the response was always something like:
"Oh okay. Let me know if you get any worse..."
Worse? Worse? I'll show you worse! How about a dead stinking corpse of drug-drenched me? How's that for worse!

It's a little angering, especially when I see kids being mistreated by their parents nowadays. They're more enlightened about disease and how it's prevention can prevent a world of grief - both for them and their children - and yet, they still behave like they're in that prehistoric period before the stone age. You know, that one where insects were considered a little more intelligent than the so called Homo Sapiens.

I tell you, there's nothing as heart wrenching as a careless parent. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's that I'm growing older that I find myself caring a little more. A little too much if you ask me. The thought of having my own children is so unappealing, that I'd rather adopt about 50 kids form the streets and home-school them. Yep. Last time I checked, I still had a good bulk of matter in my thick skull - and as long as I write everything down, I won't forget the important stuff, you know?

There are so many people, the world over having babies for the simple selfish reason of proving their own virility (is that the word?) after which they promptly abdicate their responsibilities or delegate them to a maid or nanny or whatever you want to to call them.

The people for whom child making or child baring is so easy seem the least interested in their offspring, it seems. In some ways, this makes me wonder what it would be like if the Chinese one child per couple rule were enforced universally.

I do not know that they did the best they could. I believe however that our parents got tired along the way and decided on a one-size-fits-all outfit in all facets our lives. We all went to the same schools, even though we are completely different from each other. I especially hated the comparisons that people made between me and my older sister. I hated it like you wouldn't believe. And every time I remember how much I hate, I know that I would never do the same things to my kids or anyone else's unless I was completely fucking brain dead.

Disclaimer: this article is fictional and shall not be taken as truth...but I really know how to feign anger, don't I, did you feel it?