Sunday, October 24, 2010

Addicted!!!

I find my self always glued to the Stephanie Meyer’s Vampire novel series: twilight, new moon, eclipse and breaking dawn. I read the books over and over again sucking pleasure out of the words on the pages. As if I would find something new. I am thrilled by the way Edward and Bella are drawn to each other. I wonder if love can exist that way, totally open, trusting and overwhelming. Their kisses are like a ritual consisting of sucking out souls and replacing them with each others breath as if saying to each other ‘your life is mine and mine is yours’. It shows a deeper display of love that is rarely seen in reality.

Edward described Bella as his own personal brand of heroine. I ask myself every time I read them if I would ever find myself addicted to anything or anyone so much that I could put my life at stake. Perhaps I would get to that point someday, perhaps not. In the same way I cannot but wonder how people can be so attached to their country that they would die for it. I look at my country on the map of the world and I have a natural desire to smile every I see it. It seems to me that it’s the shapeliest outline in the entire map, even better than that of Africa. Perhaps I think it is so out of bias for my country. I look at the people in the map and I cannot say I do not love them. Every time stones are cast at my people, my country, I feel a sharp pain in my heart and emotions run like a tap of cold water gushing on an unsuspecting puppy. Yet still, I cannot say that I would be ready to die for my country if the need arises. I wish though that I could be ready to do so for the sake of my children yet to come and my children’s children. I say this because unless we start to die for dearly beloved country, nothing will get better. It seems to me that she seeks blood to cry ‘Enough! Enough!’ before anything changes, before anything can get better. She needs her children to be drawn to her like Edward is to Bella. She needs you and me to kiss her with soulful breaths so she can live again. She needs us to treat her with care and respect putting her first in everything so that she does not fade away into non-existence. She needs us to free her from the evil hands of fake lovers sucking the life out of her in the name of service to her people.
I wish I could see ahead like Alice, the pretty petite vampire with spiky hair. I would stop from my chattering to say ‘The wind of change is coming.’ And smile with relief.
This I know: Soon! The wind will change for better or for worse. Those who can love till death should better brace their hearts and pour out all their love on their beloved country whilst they can maybe their actions will bring healing to the land.

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