SNAKE IN A POT

  I have said many times, that until I met my wife, I never really understood what the farce is about when it comes to birthdays.  They're not unusual. Everybody has them and at the same rate as everybody else - one a year. They happen whether you want them or not.    My question is always the same, what's the big deal?    Thanks to Victoria, I now know that marking the date this incident took place every year is a matter of life and death for some. I know that missing or forgetting one may be a source of edgy relations between two otherwise grown individuals with a sound mind, especially ladies.    I have since learnt to mark them by doing things for friends and accepting lavish gatherings put on in honour of the day I escaped from my mother’s womb.  Whether you are like me who didn’t care about them until recently or like my wife who has had every single one of them marked with pomp and opulence, there is one that is worth marking and celeb...

While riding with a friend a few days ago, I played my favourite sportify country list! Not long after, Sean Rowe’s ‘To Leave Something Behind’ came blaring through the speakers!    Midway the song, my friend commented ‘This is a sad song’ and ‘I don’t like listening to it’ he subtly protested.    I come from a small home. My mother was the only other occupant in that home and together we formed an impressive team! No one has ever and I believe will ever illustrate ‘trying to leave something behind’ more than my mother.   A semi illiterate orphan and barely out of her teenage, my mother found herself in an abusive marriage! In her early 20s she left that marriage.  After a brief period, she tried her luck again at a romantic relationship only to be abandoned by the man she had sired a kid with! She was only 25.    In today’s world, some 25 year olds will be nursing hangovers every weekend if not every morning, yet my mother chose to hold two ...