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Is life a gift?

does it come wrapped in gilt paper? with a post card attached bearing the best of wishes in the neatest of handwritings?

a gift that comes with a boxful of abuse and a multitude of insults? prejudice and hate for the things we cannot control? misogyny, racism all kinds of hate that you were put right into, what gift bears differences that ignite war amongst a people who know not even the giver of this gift? it is arguable that asking this question may just be undermining the power of man, that's easy to mention but what really is this so-called "power of man" really? to avoid our challenges or get through them?

Arman comes home everyday, things haven't changed in any way, his father still beats his mother for reasons like "the yams are undercooked!", most of these problems are overlooked by the police, its a norm, he wonders why he was gifted this life really, noticed I said gifted?

Zamari is still hooked to the coke, the drugs have choked the very existence of love for her family, she's broke, there's no sense of humanity within her, you might call this profanity but is there a god to free her? her children go to bed, never well fed of course, because all the money that was meant for the bread, its all just toxins and hallucinations in Zams' head which just causes divorce, between her and herself, her real self, the one who was gifted the life

how often does George see his father outside the hospital? it's like his true home, a gift wrapped in cancer, the tumours in his old bones, his life tied to an anchor, the doctor can only wish that George's father makes it, his job's just to thank her, for the good work and good wishes, but sometimes when he sails he prefers that he'd just sleep with the fishes, give back the gift, a good gesture he assumes, but most people tend to think it's rude

when young people die, how often do you just think 'gone too soon'?
'their flower could really have bloomed' but what if it's not that way? it's the other way around, how dare you question me for what I say but you can't take pain? take pain and fold it, seal it, stuff it and throw it, but yet again if we couldn't feel pain then how would we know it? if a seed wasn't exposed then how would you grow it?

the much I've said is just thoughts I have bred from the fertility of my fantasy, I am only speculating, most of us are just spectating

~scope