When I should have been happiest, Devani was half way around the world, partying without me. When i should have been blessed, I was feeling cursed, because my people went chasing after another fallen lorry or did they drop the lorry so they could chase after it?)
When I thought I’d seen the last of bad boyfriends, Kimunya was reinstated, and in such proximity that I couldn’t possibly ignore him if I wanted to.
Instead of roses from known or unknown admirers I got forty war tankers, which I’m not sure were meant for me in the first place. And the sender is no anon, but granted they still garnered me the oohs and aaahs.
A river no longer runs through me, only a skeletal bed, and shallow gullies where once I was covered in happy water. The trees on my head, my pride and joy are hacked to create more skeletal streams in the name of farming.
Once the land on which I sit was bursting with yield – now it shrinks from the endless sunshine, the endless digging, the clueless farming methods (yes even in this day and age).
Oh I had a happy valentine with most of parliament’s populace declaring their aspirations to presidency, and the rest arguing over a friendly visit to the Hague.
I was spared two days of fuel – my only goody treat for Vals’ day. But come Monday, I’ll be back to before the beginning of a happy Vals day.
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