‘Happy valentine’ she echoed from a distance with a broad and charming
smile, expecting to get an equivalent response from me, but she received
the shock of the century as my response sent her smiles back to the
part of her body they originated from. Her hands were not spared from
the new and sudden rhythm her brain just learnt, as they were raised up
speedily to wave but went down
instantaneously; of course not with the same velocity with which it went
up, this time a lot slower. Shocked! Was an understatement to describe
the state of her stale mind, as she could not decipher why on earth a
‘social’ guy like me would answer her in such a reflective manner as if I
had rehearsed the occurring scenario previous night. ‘I don’t celebrate
valentine’ ranged on her ears like an old village gong. Was I trying to
escape from my financial obligations to ladies during this celebration?
Would be the question on her mind, but she would quickly knock that out
as that was too cheap an excuse for a guy of my caliber. She drew
anxiously to know the reason for my newly found principle; of course,
after narrating to her, she replied in indifference and left. Just then I
thought some persons don’t care about what they do or what goes on
around them; they just follow the multitude and play along; sheer
Indifference!
Not long after, I walked into the class room. As if I
was in the shrine of a goddess, all were dressed in red or their clothes
had a drip of red color in it. I moved closer to know the reason for
their newly found dress code, (although I knew it had a connection with
valentine) only to be told by a fairly beautiful damsel that “today is
Valentine’s Day and a day of love, hence we are all putting on red
because the color of love is red”, her statement made me dazzled for a
quarter second, and it triggered my urination reflex, before I could
give her a reply that would trigger a worse response than the girl in
the first paragraph, she had gone to embrace a friend who was still
dressed on a red top.
Then I remembered the bible quote that says “my
people perish because of lack of knowledge”.
If love were to be in
colors it wouldn’t be in red! White would still be preferable. If red is
the color of love then what color would be its opposite, hate! Why
would red stand for stop in the traffic light (something that depicts
stagnancy), danger in road signs and love in social life? It simply does
not follow.
For the ladies, I don’t know how you would feel, if someone
appears in your dream dressed in a red gown and then gives you a
wedding ring that is colored red. I believe that when you wake up, your
prayer would be like “every papiwater spirit in my life must die”. Let
us not hide under a tree and call it a house. Red is red and it means
danger. Something must have made it gotten that color; let us find out!
Critically analyzing why the so called Valentine’s date is associated
with celebration; there are a thousand and one reasons to classify this
said date with the day of hatred, anarchy, tears, and immoral unbalances
were innocent girls get heartbreak and guys do a whole lot to please
their girlfriends committing all sorts of moral grievances. It is often
said that commonly committed errors would at a time become a tradition.
This is practically evident with this particular date of February 14
also known as Valentines Day. Not minding the ‘pharisaical’ love feast
organized by fellowships which is a subtle means to induce compliance
among those lust lovers!
Etymologically, the day is supposed to
signify love but it is rather filled with hatred, lust and other
unimaginable activities that are cancerous to our moral and academic
life. The day valentine with all its evil and sexual immorality
associated with it, has maimed, killed and buried those who refuse to
thread the path of wisdom, spilling the blood of its victim, hence a
credible reason for its red color.
The day is one of the most
controversial dates as classified in history.com from which I quote “the
confusion over its origins led the catholic church in 1969, to drop St
Valentine’s Day from the Roman calendar of official worldwide catholic
feasts”. Various episodes of the origin of the celebration abound some
of which are; ONE; a priest in the roman empire who persecuted
Christians during the reign of Claudius 11, was thrown in jail and later
beheaded on February 14; TWO; a catholic bishop of Terni who was
beheaded, also during the reign of Claudius 11; THREE; someone who
secretly married couples when marriage was forbidden, or suffered in
Africa, or wrote letters to his jailer daughter, and was probably
beheaded. The question now is; who among these legends are you
celebrating? 
Assigning a day for love is hypocritical. Live love daily and you would love to live. Simple!
THE STORIES IN THE FIRST AND SECOND PARAGRAGH ARE FICTION!
