She thought it was an entitlement, he called it a
privilege
By
MUSYOKA NGUI
Like
a jilted lover nursing many a broken heart chambers, the true measure of betrayal
is best known by he who has had their backs stabbed by the very person who is supposed
to have his back, as it were.
You could be helped by a stranger and be failed by a dependable
persona who hitherto the disparaging disappointment ranked high in the reputation
index of yours truly. Such is life. May lack logic, rationale and justification.
Surprising and suppressing at the same time. Did they say the more the expectations
the higher the risk of frustrations (read disappointments)?
A friend declared that they no longer trust human
beings. Like a jilted lover nursing many a broken heart chambers, the true
measure of betrayal is best known by he who has had their backs stabbed by the
very person who is supposed to have his back, as it were.
Being the gift that keeps giving is akin to the
altruistic monk that does good for the sake of doing good. A do gooder that has
no stake, no interest, nothing to lose. He is like a casino that offers the
field and the pockets the profits. The players might win but oftentimes lose. Player’s
losses are a gravy train for the casino owner.
Needless to say that betting has been left to wretched souls
that have resigned to fate and luck. They gave up on earning a fair and square
income for lack of confidence and ambition.
Man, you can lose your wallet but not your worth. If you
lack a standard anything goes. Which brings me to where I began. Papa told me
as a man never give your kind a chance to pity on you. A weak cry baby that
will die if sympathy is delayed leave alone denied. You open yourself to
unprecedented amount of ridicule and embarrass the species that God created in
order through them the world might be saved. Yet you are there waiting for a savior
while everyone else thought you are the Messiah. Shame!
If you don’t keep your word, don’t give me an excuse. You
are a con artist that talks smoothly and robs in plain sight. A bad debtor, a
terrible liability, and a high maintenance depreciating consumable.
Everyone is looking for synergy yet you are draining energies
from the very relationships we have helped foster. Like a merciless tick that sucks
clotted blood of a dead cow, now know that your time is up. Whether in
politics, policies the language is the same; what do you offer in return. What is
that you got? Do you have the numbers? Are they looking up? Or you are the satanic
bottomless pit that keeps swallowing and finally bites the hand that feeds it?
Lest you forget, time and chance happens equally to all
but while others utilize theirs, you squander yours. Then what? Will we keep
singing lullabies to you or work on our dreams?
