CAPSULES BY FUNKE BABS-KUFEJI
This pandemic has undressed so many people exposing their vulnerability. It’s awesomely silly though that despite all that is going on many have refused to look inward and make the necessary changes.
Many still think life is a tea party and that they are the new Joneses on the block looking down their vacuous noses at everyone else but what truly perplexes is why we can’t all get it together and do better because the times are just not faffing around.
The mad lifestyle that many crave often leads them to places that they have no business visiting. Things have gotten so bad that we find it difficult to differentiate between what is acceptable and what is insane. Our moral compasses are defective and we are indifferent to consequences, walahi, I feel like cursing the person who came up with the phrase “pepper them” because this seems to be at the root of many missteps.
The depth of stench around us chokes but we pretentiously act as if we are immune. How does one not master the art of apathy in a clime that has wrenched emotions out of our empathy. Who did this to us?
We act shocked at the madness playing out around us when we have inadvertently helped to mould and shape it.
Our values are wacko and we seem flabbergasted, when we daily encourage the rabid growth of the cesspool.
How dare you critique what you had hitherto applauded with quiet admiration. Enough already people, let’s do real, so that we can heal. The worst thing we can do at this point is lie to ourselves.
We are quick to celebrate mediocrity and we slowly kill genius starving it of essentials, then we dare to question our harvest of woes? What were we expecting to grow from the toxic seeds we continually sow?
Can we wake up for a second and smell the coffee, it ain’t tea, it’s coffee, stop playing “goosey goosey gander” we are not in kindergarten, we are not babies for pete’s sake, we need to own our collective shame because we spent eons collecting it. An amusing part of our silliness is the concept of “runs girls” as if it’s ghosts that sleep with them, I beg shift, if you sleep with a “runs girl”, you’re a “runs man”, don’t go thinking you’re better than they are blabbing about your conquests, that actually sounds like a Mr foolish feeling funky scenario.
Can we even spell karma, like seriously even if the gods of this world are in cahoots with you, there is a higher power watching you and he sure does not play “jack and jill”.
We are so anaesthetized to wrong that we have redefined it as right. We need to stop pretending and face up to our messy mess, we need to stop the guffawing at the fainting spells of a sick nation, get a vaccine before we become extinct.
Egregious is the low that we have sunk to and hilarious is our shock I tell you .... We need divine intervention to force us off the precipice or pull us back from the brink, either way, something needs to slap sanity back into us because our mad display may be funny to watch but it is inane at best.