She thought it was an entitlement, he called it a privilege

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?