Save The Date

So I decided to exercise my faith through actions, for long I have heard  of other people testifying how they went ahead to actualize their dreams as if they were and how eventually they did just fall in place. A friend planned a wedding, tried on gowns and even wrote the guest list and yes , she did eventually get married , 3 years now and counting.

Call it boredom after all I was snowed in on February 15^th I decided why not speak as if it were, so on one of my social media platforms an app called WhatsApp, I made a status update, “ I said Yes” and sealed it up with a hashtag #Growing  Old Together and of course  to make this believable went ahead and even put a picture  my pretty finger with some bling .And bang just like that the congratulatory messages started flowing in , almost everyone in my contact list had  something to say about my new apparent upcoming  nuptials. What had started as a slow Sunday quickly rolled on with me giggling to myself and replying mainly with a standard, “ Amen , exercising my faith”. At the end though as I reflected on how it had all gone down, I made 2 conclusions, social media has taken over the 21^st century, much as an App like WhatsApp does not have newsfeeds and unless you are really digging there is nothing in your face, people do pay attention to people’s status updates, otherwise how do you explain the people who had not as much as said a hello for months coming out of hibernation just to say a quick congratulatory message.

2. I have outlived my welcome on the open market and almost everyone wants me sold to just anyone, after all no one asked who the lucky guy. Whereas before given my upbringing if you as much as found someone out of the expected circle of must have’s you had to tread carefully and make sure the person’s other traits sold them as a fit , I feel like now as long as it is male and breathes people will sign the deal.

Problem is am not any nearer than where I started unless if you count me confessing saying yes to a non-existent person, exercising faith after all, maybe next I should get the courage to go try on some dresses, not a bad idea as who doesn’t want to see how pretty they look in nice dresses. Faith I read somewhere is seeing  light with your heart when all your eyes is see is darkness, So maybe I should stretch my faith and ask people to Save the Date, now that would be something.

 

 

 

Valentine Snub

St. Valentine’s Day crossed our calendars again this year. If you are in the same locality as me , it couldn’t be better timing falling on a Saturday with Monday a holiday, 3 day weekend to love , love and do more loving .

 

It is not for nothing that someone said love moves the world, and on the pre-day as I looked around in my work environment love was truly in the air. Big bouquets of all kinds of flower assortments, balloons expressing love ,candy and people sharing their love stories in between getting the work done.

 

And there I was looking back at my 14^th February days over the years. From the onset I think I decided it was one day I was not going to celebrate. My reasons being it was a day that for most of my childhood went acknowledged and in a true African way of trying to keep up with everything western, in the late 90’s  out of the blue it bloomed  becoming  a day to contend with the excitement of Christmas. Suddenly flowers were sold in every corner, if you did not wear red and black on the day, you almost felt like an outcast. I have never been one for jumping on the band wagon so even there and then I decided I would never put my love on display on that day. Why that day and not any other day I reasoned, after all I needed love just as much on every other day of the year. And if I am being honest the rebel in me likes to be different.

 

 

Fast forward 2015, older and wiser I thought why not celebrate this day and catch up on what I have missed over the years in guise of using my godson as my valentine, after all every girl loves a grand display of love.  So beginning of the month I thought of gift ideas, I decided on something that would be heartfelt and cheap, something that I would be happy to receive myself. After much deliberation I  brilliantly put together a scrap book  adding  little pieces of just about anything lovely about my to be valentine. And bang Thursday evening as I scratched my head on what I needed to do to make my little book of love complete I got a call that changed everything. In a routine checkup  my to be valentine informed me they had plans to go to Las Vegas for a rugby game, am totally clueless about rugby so just to ensure I was not hearing things I asked again, Las Vegas as in Nevada to which there was  an affirmative . I was left speechless  and so deflated especially with the scrap book in my hand.

 

I now know that there is a good reason why many years ago I decided not to join in the festivities  of a third century saint , love or no love. So there went another 14^th February day with little Phil as my valentine only so far away this time, and who as a matter of fact telepathically asked his mum about his aunt Joey and when she would be back. Who need a valentine when you have got a kid's unconditional love. And  I am not sour grapping....