Feb 14 is the day, a day so much talked about.
I’m going deaf, my ears are soaked with noises of this day.
People are robbing themselves to keep up for the day.
I still haven’t figured out what the stress is all about.
Confusion walks in controlling people like a Remote controller, controlling a TV.
Could it be that a spell comes with this 14th day in February?
Is it that people don’t understand the concept of Valentine?
Or they just choose to be stupid over it?
Stupidity with so much alacrity.
The city is usually set ablaze, unwarranted activities springs up like thick smoke from a burning bush.
Teenagers exchange their innocence for a pack of chocolate and a stick of rose flower.
Adults slaughter dreams on bed without a second thought.
Consequences visits after February 14 might have gone
Regret shakes hands with tears and romances the faces of those who failed to listen.
Some end up terminating their fate.
While fate ends up terminating others.
The journey of a thousand miles historically comes to an end.
Doings of our hands !
Valentine pleasure turns Valentine torture….
Torture that forever punctures.
Changing that reasoning of Valentine should be a culture we should imbibe to stay afloat.
If only this by generation is willing to make amends.
© Azuama Daniel et Charity Mirabel.
