With each
passing year, Valentine's day has become akin to a little pinch of salt in my
wound! This overly celebrated day is a reminder that in the midst of life we
are in death.
And for
single humans like me, it is a terrible reminder of our loneliness especially
if at the age of 20 something years you have never celebrated valentines day.
What makes
it worse is that unlike my 'white' friends younder whose fathers' send them
chocolate and flowers for valentines' day, my father is the typical Ugandan
Dad; Books, school uniforms and those horrid mathematics sets are what he
specialises in.
So i have
grown to consider this day that gives retailers the right to rape and pillage
our minds with what to do, what not to do and what to bye as very unfair,
uncomfortable, disappointing ...for Godsake i dislike the day!
Although,
my issue is not with those sappy couples likening themselves to 'Romeo and
Juliet'. Nor do i have issues with that fat man baby cupid because i understand
that valentines day earnestly purports to bring couples closer together... And
who wouldn't want world peace at least for a day.
So hurray,
to that saint who secretly married lovers leading to this horrid day but gosh:
All that cheap chocolate, plastic flowers, inexpensive wine and who picked the
damn colours? Not that i would not rock a black Gucci dress.
Makes you
wonder! Do these retailers read their doctor's memo? There diseases that are
associated with loneliness and pressure such as depression, stress, guilt that
all bubble up to the surface when they don't think about us single people as
they advertise.
This sugary
day of romance has made me feel like a broken woman from the day i left the
comfort of my single girls school that had sheltered me from this craziness.
And for six years has made me feel like
am devoid of the valentine 'gene' but i devised a plan to go through the day which
i modify each year.
No, am not
planning a demonstration against candle lit dinners for two, cheesy professions
of love, crimson roses, chocolate hearts and those cuddly stuffed animals... No
sisters.
My grand
plan is to switch off my Telly, switch off my radio, turn on my ipod/ cassette
really loud, grab the latest novel on rage especially in a softcopy version and
a company it with big fat french fries or food and a constant supply of coke.
Trust me,
not even valentines can take away that satisfaction.
Angeline M
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