On my birthday,  the 8th of December,  many people greeted me with a Happy Birthday. And I am thankful to each one of them because they all mean good to me.  One of my dear friends genuinely wished me a good celebration and lots of joy and fun.  I blatantly but truthfully answered.  “My birth was not my choice.  It was God’s plan that I was born.  So it is He who must celebrate my existence, followed by my parents and friends.” As blunt as it may sound.  But that’s the truth.  I did not celebrate my birthday. On a lighter note: I was travelling to Belfast this October and was with a friend who had just celebrated his 60th birthday.  The very day, he started getting ‘relevant’ adverts on his Facebook.  “Want to date a woman over 60yrs?”!!!! Even if you don’t care, some pimp somewhere is trying to traffick a woman and sell her flesh for some money.

Come December and everyone starts talking about the good that happened in the year, hoping to have another good year.  Even Facebook helps make your memories ‘cybermortal’.  For me, the year has been a walk through very difficult times. The year has been an experience of emotional upheaval and excruciating physical pain. All this amidst the current political atmosphere in the land I am born and live.  Everyday reading,  hearing and watching the enormous atrocities on helpless children,  men and women. I make no hesitation on saying that 2017 has truthfully been a journey through hell. The only thing that kept me going is to ‘hope’ in things unseen,  that is ‘faith’. I have seen many fakes around me,  fake spiritual leaders,  political leaders, fee relationships,  fake friendships,  fake marriages,  faking incomes and expenditures,  faking social media posts,  faking all over the place. How can I celebrate the outgoing year?  I have seen people breaking down in this fake world because fake beliefs,  fake obsessions,  and possessions. I have seen fake tears and fake smiles.  And hundreds of fake likes on the social media.

The new year will ring in, in all its drunken stupor.  The only thing that will surely change is the date.  And we will wish eachother a Happy New Year.  What a fake!
I would rather be a misfit in this fake world,  than to wear an altered attire. But that comes at a price of self pronounced loneliness. My only celebration is my survival!

I quote from the Holy Bible,  the words of the Teacher, a son of David, king in Jerusalem
“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.” What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.  The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.”