VALENTINES: JUST ANOTHER DAY DESIGNED TO MAKE SINGLE PEOPLE FEEL MISSERABLE
I once heard some unfortunate disgruntled person pout out that Christmas, new years and Valentine’s Day were invented to make all single people feel like crap! Why this very morning a certain someone posted on her Facebook wall, “uh-uh, it’s already 10:30am people bwanji? No hugs, no kisses, no cards, no flowers –whats going on?! I can’t believe you same people are going to have the nerve to buy me flowers –zinkhata and post on my profile all sorts of nice things when I pass away. Koma how am I supposed to see what you have posted then – I am dead!”
Perhaps I have been a little dramatic, I paraphrase what I heard through the grape vine at a funeral in case you know this individual. I don’t know how true it is that valentine’s makes single people feel miserable. I think the real truth is that it makes those who feel lonely all the more aware of how miserably alone they are in this world. As I am sure there are many single people who feel pretty loved on Valentine’s Day, my suspicion being these sentiments are foul play from those who could not secure admirers. My spider senses also suspects perhaps it is the female hopefuls that longed for a certain special someone to give them that attention and didn’t get it that would be disgruntled. As these romantic gestured are always remarkably one sided as far as whose pocket needs to be emptied in order to pay for them. Or perhaps it’s my infamous prejudices speaking (I have been told it really is the thought that counts). All in all, for the indifferent African male, all is the same in paradise. Just another day it doesn’t mean squat.
New Year ’s Eve on the other hand – my goodness! Spending that day alone is one of the most excruciating things any human being with family members still walking the earth can go through. I can attest however biased it may be, that New Year’s lonesomeness is almost just as bad as Christmas lonesomeness and should never be willingly attempted. I say forget solitary confinement, prisons should instigate family holiday torture by having inmates alone in their apartment with TV, food and drink in a big city or locked in their urban house whilst the neighbours celebrate and crackle fireworks. Sure valentines may suck for those seeking to be admired, but it can be survived. Christmas and new year’s eve on the other hand either leave you with scars or turn your heart to stone in the name of the age old a coping mechanism also known as “ I out-grew such things, I am a grown up now.”
Or maybe I exaggerate… I am just saying.
By Talumba Chirwa




