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 14th 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 14th 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....
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