It
is not love but selfish stakes that rule the world
By
MUSYOKA NGUI
Life is selfish love and no care in the world. |
Forget about pretenders. No one takes
them seriously.
When chips are down we men have a code
that we live by. We peruse our contact list. Since I lost my phone I lost many
contacts. I only retrieved a few from the cloud. The rest went to hell. Even
those I’d synced on Gmail I did not deliberately recover all of them. Meaning I
had contacts I never contacted but they kept my list of phonebook full. Even in
an album you don’t play all songs. There are favorites. I did not worry since I
had a phone whose memory could not be filled by a few gigabytes and hundreds
more to spare on the cloud. By the way I rarely watch TV or/and movies. Topic
of tomorrow.
Wisdom
Questioned
Anyway, I have since questioned the
phonebook contacts which never added any value to me and the ones I searched
for until I restored them back. It seems rather rude to ask “ni nani” after a
new number either pops up on a text or via voice. Even Truecaller does not seem
to recognize who the hell is that analog bugger without a trail of digital
footprints.
Rather than the usual family contacts I
know by heart, there are priceless friends I cannot get unplugged from. That
whose contacts had no backups faded from my memory when robbers struck.
Likewise others never bothered. Life is selfish love and no care in the world. Those
from work, colleagues, former colleagues-both bosses and fellow staff, comrades
and childhood friends with whom we have fond memories of teenage mischief.
Tell
As Is
By cost-benefit analysis I am able to
shed off people in my life. I am also aware that the same happens to me. Who
wants a friend who is a liability? Save for the landlord, I don’t need another
rip off for now- much less against my will. If everyone was honest they would
remember the help they give out so that they can be rewarded in future. You are
blessed according to your deeds.
As an avid reader and writer, so much
comes through my eyes, hands and head.
When I make sense of numbers, contexts and ideas I live with the
judgment of critics without whom my publications would be lacking in review. I
tell my math and science critics that art is not logic limited between points X
and Y. It is an imagination that takes the artist anywhere so long as s/he is
creative.