Valentine’s Day: Another Deception

Golda do you love me? ... Samson for forty five years I have cooked for you, made you bed and given you children. What is that if not love?

It is February 14, 11.12 pm , just about two thirds of an hour and this “evil” day will be gone. Valentines day is the day that haunts most men. Every man prays that his wife does not buy into this over-hyped business idea. Unfortunately, the prayer of every man never sees light of the day. It is indeed unfortunate that such an important virtue as love has just one day set for it in the entire calender. Love, like every other abstract noun is not seen but is felt quite strongly. Love is not just an idea or concept that comes with seasons. It is not a force either. I may say with a tongue in the chick that love is “an interesting psychological phenomena that attacks a man the moment he ‘meets’ a beautiful woman.”

It must be emphasised that this otherwise misconstrued virtue is the reason why men would do thinks they have never thought of…rendering some temporary fools while others preliminary geniuses. Indeed, master Plato was precised in saying “at the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.” Martin Luther, the German monk captured it even better: “Who loves not wine, women and song, Remains a fool his whole life long.” Luther proceeded forth to abandon his life of celibacy and married Katharina Von Bora who had escaped the convent. He addressed her as “my lord Katie.” With that kind of radical conversion what more would one need as evidence of love? indeed the logical conclusion is that no man can survive apart from love… even Adam of the yonder at the sight of Eve exclaimed “wow man” instantly giving Eve her generic name – Woman.

It begs my question and understanding when I see hypnotised and absolutely hysterical women  getting inordinately historical as they will tomorrow and a few days after as they remind the “poor male species” who did not observe the evil valentine day.

Man and woman must express their love for each other day in day out. Expression of love for a dear one cannot be relegated to a one out of three hundred and sixty five and a quarter days.  to It is utter degradation that lowers the inherent value of a woman. To think that just one day should be valued more than others is incomprehensible to me – I call it utter insanity and I won’t winkle or bat an eyelid for saying that.

Whats more, and equally annoying is  the fact that some men are coerced into this mischievous plot and they end up spending money they did not have on things they did not like on women they did not really know, leave alone love. These coerced species annoy me more than their deceive gullible counterparts.

So what did I do to observe this day? I will tell a story to explain what I deed. Martin Luther when asked what he would do if Christ was returning in the next two days. He said he would simply go on planting trees. what Luther meant was that we must live our lives in consistency to what we profess to believe. So in being a good lutheran (not in the religious sense, for I am a Calvinist to the core) I just received my late evening phone calls from her and we chatted like any other day … no flowers, no chocolates, no nothing and I intend to keep it that way to my grave, praying and hoping that no one corrupts the mind of my super nyako, indoctrinating her with stale heretical valentinian philosophy of lust and undesirable indulgence…

Smile or cry, that useless day came and went leaving many people with debts and scars and they are not better than they were before… Like Ken Saro-Wiwa, I pitty your ignorance and envy your complacency.