Workaholic Brain

The mind works day and night
24 hours a day
7 days a week
365 days a year
not a second it misses
Not an dull moment it has

Even when her body sleeps
her mind dreams of
dreams of gorgeous men on a beach
Dreams of unhealthy eating and not getting fat
Dreams of winning all crowns and contests wearing nothing more than ripped jeans and singlet
Dreams of the perfect guy who loves you
who lusts for you
who worships the ground you walk on

The ground so green
With trees all over the place
Huge fruit bearing trees
With beautiful; flowers that I can put in a vase

the vase I can place on my table
when I serve dinner tonight
For dinner I can cook my special chicken roast with potato and pumpkins
My mouth waters already

The bottle of water I bought today tasted funny
artisan water they say
Spring water they say

Spring break is coming up
Skimpy shorts and singlets
Ray-bans of different colors
Lemonades for 15 cents a glass
Brownies, cookies and cakes

Mum used to bake a lot
Her oven doesn't work anymore
She is the best cook I know
I know!
I have tried other cakes and cookies
I don't like it that much

I don't like a lot of things.
Cigarette smoke
Smell of coffee
Drunk people
Street harassment
Violent movies with too much gore

All this violence in the world
We seem to be advancing somewhere
But where are we going?
Where are we going?
Where am I going?

What was I even writing about.
ahh this foolish brain
The mind works day and night
24 hours a day
7 days a week
365 days a year
not a second it misses
Not an dull moment it has

until next blog
AEB-M 

Marry her off

MARRY MY VAGINA!!!

(At birth)Nurse: It's a little girl.

Mother: (tears in her eyes) Thank you God.

Father: (tears in his eyes) Why god! Why couldn’t you give me a son who will work on the farm and earn me money. He would have been my support at old. Why did you give me a daughter who will be such a burden. I will have to pay dowry at her wedding and .. oh why did you this god? 

Baby: Who are these people? Who am I?

(At the age of 16)

Middle man/woman: So I was at the tea party yesterday and Mrs. Wrong's sisters, nephews, grandfathers, neighbors, dentist, daughters, boyfriends, aunts, nieces sister-in-laws son is in town. He is 25 years old. Tall. Fair. So handsome. He is a Doctor. Such a good boy. He lives in America. the family is so well off and I am sure Beti will be so happy there. 

 (Let's showcase the daughter)

Mother: Beti, put on your good sari. Platte your hair nicely and apply some nice make up. Come and make some tea. Make sure the tea is good aacha. 

Enter the entourage from groom (to be's) side:

Nice house. 

Nice sari.

Have you lived here all your life?

How old is your daughter?

Can she cook?

How many sweets can she make?

Is she good with children?

She will need to look after our elderly parents too. 

Meanwhile, seated very nervously is the scared little 16 year old child who would rather be outside playing with her friends. She has homework to finish and two tests to read for. She has to collect her school uniform from the line and iron it for school tomorrow. She wanted to wash her school bag and clean her room too.

  

BUT NO!! All of that can wait. More serious matters are being discussed child.!

Your future is being discussed child.!

This moment right here will determine if you will even continue with your education CHILD.! 

  

I am sorry what? You were coming first in class?

And so? Can you cook? 

What? You are dux of the school - brilliant little child.

But can you look after elderly grandparents? Oh you wanted that scholarship to become an engineer? Can you look after children? 

WAIT I am confused here - isn't she a child herself? She can't even make the decision of going to a field trip without parental consent and you want to marry her off?? 

Oh deary me. 

In comes Beti wearing sari, holding tray with cups of tea and trying not to make eye contact with anyone. 

The mumbling begin:

She's a bit dark aye. A little short. Slightly chubby. Her hair is oily. 

REALITY CHECK!! She could be a cold hearten murder for all you know. But NO! that piece of information is not vital to you because you are more concerned about her appearance. 

The mistake!

While making small talk the potential mother-in-law asks Beti what are thoughts on this marriage. 

A very nervous Beti heard the mumbling and grumbling. There was a tight knot in her tummy right above her belly button. Her heart sank low somewhere inside her abdomen and she felt as if she was going to collapse on the floor right in front of everyone. She thought of the story she read some years ago about a child bride. She thought of the documentaries she has seen about domestic violence and arranged marriage. She thought of her mother who always called a Princess. She thought about her own hopes and dreams. She thought if she remains silent today she will be silenced for the rest of her life. She thought of her hopes and dreams. 

She set upright, looked up, locked eyes with this woman wanting to become her mother-in-law. She smiled at her curious face and spoke . . .

Well you see lady. I am only 16 years old. As per the law of this country I am underage and can't get married. But that is not even the main reason why I wouldn't want to get married. 

I am 16. A child. 

I have an exam tomorrow and I will more exams for the next 8 years until I finish my engineers degree. YES! I will become an engineer. After those 8 years I will work for 2 years and travel the World for 6 months. After which I will return home and do my Master degree.

Oh yeah that will take me at least another 2 years. That totals up to - 12 1/2 years to go + my current age of 16 that equals to 28 and 1/2 years of age. WOW by than your son will be 37 and half years old - right. WRONG. By than your son will be too old for me. As for the criteria of Job description that you set out for me... here are my questions to you?

What chores do you currently do in your home?
Can your son cook? 

How much money does he earn?
How much of that money will be mine?
How much of my money will be mine? 

Is he willing to get a vasectomy after our second child because I don't want any more than 2 children and I don't want to go on any contraception? 

You see it is very easy for society to put pressure on parents to marry their children off. But what for??? Dear society, why are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Am I burden on you? Is it you that has to pay for my livelihood? Is it you who will run to my side should this marriage go wrong? Is it you who will pay for my wedding? Answer me that! 

Dear parents, enjoy the company daughter. She is not a burden. Allow her to find love! Allow her to be happy in love and allow her to want to marry.!!!!

So she can have a happily ever after.

Windows of change

Good evening.
Kindly close your eyes and
Imagine a room
4 walls
2 doors (on opposite sides)
3 windows on one wall
2 on the other two
(Whispers-> one wall has none)

Imagine the walls white
Slightly stained because they havent been cleaned in some time.
6 ceiling fans - dusty and old-ish
5 wooden tables, vanished and well kept for their age with chair wooden chairs around it.

The room is bright as the sun shines through the windows
It us airy and cool because the wind comes in and the fans are spinning on number 2

Slowing one and than two walk in
Three
Four
Five
Six Seven Eight Nine Ten
Next thing I know 15 are here.
We wait for a while and stare at each other.

Smiles and hellos exchaged
Give it a few minutes 16, 17, 18, 19
Yup we shall start ...

"Good morning all my name is ... "

And thus starts my day to facilitate a session with youth.
No no dont open your eyes.

You see the room
You see faceless youth

Now imagine almost 20 young people
Aged between 18 - 35
They laugh
They talk
They draw
Thwy write
They walk about from table to the next
They question
They answer
They protest

They are the Youth
They are the here
They are the now
They want to change things
They want to know how


Youth envision a future
Like those before us did
Youth have plans for their future
Like those before us did
Youth want make changes
Like those before us
Youth want to participate
Like those before us did
Youth want that window of opportunity
Like those before us did

Now open your eyes
Do you remember how many windows we had in that room?? 

Clouds below

"This is your captain speaking. Please fastern your seat belts as we get ready to fly"
All Trays up.
All Bags stored away.
No seat inclined
No belt untied
Hold on tight
As we take flight.

Close my eyes real tight
Nothing in sight Nothing in sight
The flight when it takes I want to scream
Something about the height makes me reel

A few minutes later I feel all good
A peak I take out into the blue
Blue the water below me
Blue the sky around me
White the clouds

The clouds they float below me
The clouds so soft surrounding
To jump off one of them would be so cool
To bounce around all day like a fool

Soft and fluffy
I want to cuddle them
White and strechy
Like an odd lamb

All day
All night
They float around.

Rain or shine
They float around.

We fly or not
They float around.

Whether they like it or not
They float around.

The clouds below
The clouds above
A sight I love to see
For a minute there I forget anything else that can be

The clouds below
The clouds above
The are so comforting
Sometimes I wonder if theres any point counting.

The clouds below
The clouds above
So white and pretty
There is a chance we about to have a crash landing!!!

*

Familiar Walls

The familiarity of homeliness
The walls have the same color.
The door is where I left it.
The fridge has food I want to eat
The plate is the right size.
The bed is comfy, i can just sink in and sleep.
The pillow has the correct softness for my tired head 
The blanket is just warm enough for my exhausted body to relax.

Oh the familiarity of these walls.
The need to not wear anything fancy, coordinated, sophisticated or age appropriate (is a plus side).
Hair messed up, pinned up, let down or not brushed- not a care in the world.
The ticking wall clock how I wish had a dead battery.
The neighbors dog barking how I wish it had an enemy.
The pilled up laundry
The scattered jewelry
The dishes that need washing
The cloths that need ironing.
Oh the familiarity of these walls.

The shoes fit perfect
But I never have shoes to wear.
Wardrobe full of clothes but not sure what goes where
The calendar needs marking
Are we going somewhere?
Birthdays
Anniversaries
Due dates
Expires
Weddings
Dinners
Graduations
And some parties here and there.

You never find what you need on time
There is always a mess I leave behind.
Some days I shine bright like the sun and all chores are done before it is 1
Other days are gloomy and I could be asleep in the noon
Nevertheless I find comfort within these painted walls.

The trash I should take out.
The bed I need to make.
Dust the furniture well now and again.
Wipe clean everything.
Scrubbing and mopping
Sweeping and vacuuming 
Washing and drying
Ironing and folding.
the list is endless
Oh the familiarity of these walls
I know I am home...