Magreth Nunuhe
WINDHOEK – “Pos van Liefde” (Mail of Love), Stad van Drome (City of Dreams). Roses are red, violets are blue; can you be my Valentine? Aweeh, it’s that time of the month again and I know you are all sheepishly clad in your red and white outfits looking like Red Cross emergency personnel or those hooligan Starlile fans on this Friday morning.
You have probably bought all the candles and plastic flowers in China Town by now and made a stop at CNA to buy a Bloomingdale romantic card and chocolate box. Mwaah; how cute. I know some of you really love your chocolate munchkins, teddy bears and honey buns as you call them and want to spoil them to bits on this special day, but please don’t go overboard.
Some girls love to brag to their BFF’s (Best Female Friends) on how good they got it and how much their partners love them by lying through their teeth to make the others die of jealousy. But we know it’s just a façade. Since when can ou boyfriend afford to buy you such an expensive gift nogals at American Swiss? Wasn’t he the one bumming a cigarette at the shops the other day? Girl, if you bought that gold-plated watch on the credit card you got the other day, just be honest about it – no one is gonna kill you. We all know that your lovie-dollie has been “between jobs” and hasn’t been employed for the past two years, but at least he is yours and yours alone. I can understand these things make some girls become desperate for the things they can’t have. I know we all wanna look good and we can’t cope with prices of goods like kahunguriva (chicken) just skyrocketing.
But please leave alone the poor girls sporting their latest Telemundo-look to walk freely in the kasie. Don’t pressure your boyfriends to buy you Brazilian hair knowing very well they can’t afford it, only to go snatch it off someone else’s head. Don’t you feel pity for the prima donnas running bald in the streets like they were involved in some riverbed fights? Outjies, you also. A Valentine’s Day is special and you want to declare your undying love for your sweetie, but please don’t do the unthinkable like pulling up in a brand new Merc like some CDM tate, knowing well the gatas are on your heels for stealing the car out of an M&Z showroom. Just the other day someone landed in the tjoekie for stealing underwear of all the things he could set his eyes on, vakuetu.
We don’t want to see more blood and tears. Last, but not least. Beware. I don’t wanna be the one to blow away your love bubbles, but some wolves in sheepskin are ready to pounce on you tonight. They will sweep you off your feet and give you that tingling feeling today that you only think of when dreaming of your Prince Charming, who you hope will ride with you into the sunset where you can live happily ever after. Ai toggies.
Let me shake you back to reality if you are an adult who still thinks that Santa Clause will sneak through your chimney on Christmas Eve to deliver all the goodies you have been dreaming of. It won’t happen. There is no such thing as living happily ever after. You will love each other, kak each other out, hate each other, love each other again and the repeat the process until you are six feet under.
Sorry Ngo!
magreth@newera.com.na