Anumans

MY SIBLINGS ARE HUMAN!!!! PUHLEEAASSEEEE

I have nothing against loving the animals…I really don’t. I merely have a problem with people who have gone overboard in their defense of these animals. This thought was so much in my mind all day before I then went on http://theybf.com/2011/09/02/battleship-star-rihanna-dishes-on-the-kicking-butt-in-her-new-movie-and-honoring-the-troo and saw PETA reprimanding Rihanna for wearing an outfit that is suspected to be real feathers from birds. For realz now??? . Come on PETA folks. I do not think anyone has not heard about this animal rights group and how they desire to tug unto an issue like the bull so why would Rihanna intentionally set herself up for such a tug? Im wondering. Besides, they have not stated any investigation affirming to the fact that those are real feathers… hmmm

Actually, the precedent of this thought came from a personal incident. I was walking down my block one fateful day, yh…I need to mention my intense fear of animals of all kinds. I can admire them from a distance, but on close proximity? hmm, hmm mbano. We dnt gel like that. I also do not hesitate to let the owners and walkers know that, though, I think your pet is cute, I however do not wish to be in close quarters with it. So, this woman is walking her dog down the block and in my usual polite manner, I smile and then move off the curb onto a partial and safe distance of the road. This dog however smelled my fear and found it amusing as it practically tries to drag its owner towards me. At this realization, I inch off even further and my inching off gets me closer onto the road thereby running the risk of getting hit. I really dint care, as I just wanted to get away from the dog. The owner then says, “oh , she is nice. She merely wants to play with you”. I smiled and said, “I guess so but I am… (Stuttering so I don’t sound rude) kinda scared of animals”. At that, her face took on a venomous display of rage. She begins to scream as high as her lungs will let, “ why would she say she is scared of my baby? Do u run form your siblings? ohmygawd!!! Bitch!!!!.” She hisses, throws a tantrum and all the nine yards. I looked at her and said, “My siblings are humans not DOGS (emphasis). She just storms off saying all sorts.  I then turned back and began to laugh.

I laughed at the sheer display of craziness. I understand loving a pet and all but putting a pet in place of a human??? Human rights activists should look into that. A society that is constantly plagued by an unnecessary cry for rights and freedom will suffer inconspicuous forms of bondage and enslavement. If a country known for a high level of freedom and rights has issues such as this both on domestic and larger scales, then there is reason for concern. I am all for animal rights but not at the detriment of the safety or freedom of humans…After all we are supposed to be in control not them. 

Nice week everyone…

To my sister

I miss her

My younger sis, Timbuktu; Timby for shorts just left home for school after a long summer. Actually, she always has to leave but I think this time is different because during this summer break, we went through a great bonding process. You know, often times, when two people go through difficult times together, they tend to come out of it with a stronger bond than before. Well, I can quite infer that we went through that process and that left us with more respect and love for each other.

Okay, so she leaves for school and I begin to feel extremely miserable. Its needless to say that my feeling of misery came not only from the physical separation but also the deplorable state in which she usually leaves the room when she has to leave home. I had so much fear to go back to the house after dropping her at the airport that I decided to stay at Sunshine’s (my innocent pleasure bf) job instead. Finally as dusk settled, he suggested in the sweetest tone, “Baby, do u want me to drop u off now? Or…” for fear of sounding like he does not want me around, he lets the sentence trail off. I just resigned to fate and said, “Yes”.

I lingered in the passageway before turning the doorknob. I finally did and voila!!!, the room was clean. I then realized that for the first time in forever, Timby tried to make the room as sane as she could manage. I walked in with an insane expectation to see her laptop on the bed, one misplaced leg of her just taken off shoes, her top on the shoe rack or even her royal self strutting into the room with a mischievous grin on her face. However, I wasn’t so lucky. I met the emptiness that we both left earlier in the day and for the first time in my life; I wish she had left the room in a mess. If she had, I would have had something to spend my time doing.

I managed to clear up the little mess and I just lay on the bed. It was then that loneliness and boredom strolled in, sat by my bedside and began to murmur in my ears. Tears dropped from my eyes, as never before have I missed my sister so. I looked around several times over and began to replay the summer holidays and all sorts of things we got into. The ridiculous thing about how I felt is the fact that my bro and my dad were home, yet I felt like I was not just alone at home, but in the world…

Incase Timby gets to read this, “I miss u like crazy. Even in those days when u r so incorrigible and downright annoying, I love u still. I probably did not realize how much love I have for you until now. However, I will not let an opportunity slide off to tell u that I really love u my sister.