Let's End It

Gloomy 4th day of the week according to ISO 8601 norm. Wait, lemme confirm if I got the figures right. It's saddening. It's doleful no wonder the weather is no longer gay, Wednesday was no longer the Queen's hump day -it's a day to bewail wll these the Eve's look alike have to pass through. 

Eyes glued to the TV, with folks around and my little lovely sister. Then boom, it's a call-my phone was on the table, then  Allan Walkers Sing me to sleep draws all and sundry's attention to it. It's a beautiful nice name written in French-they say French is a romantic language but no difference to Luhya- posseted with numerous shouting love emojis. I've to walk out and answer though this time it didn't take the usual hours it does. 

I'm back,a little high-strung ready to say the habitual "sorry for that" without even meaning it. But nobody really bothers this time with all the heed on the TV. I couldn't believe that, why did the beautifully decorated phone call had to come at that stound?Or was it just a mere coincidence -if I were a novelist I would bring that out well and give students sleepless nights figuring out what that coincidence meant, but it was just a mere one. 

What am I talking about? 

The figure from Kenya Health Information Systems irksome, fretsome raising an alarm and I'm concerned. What did Machakos just report? 

Before I talk about it, let's be ideological and have some clairvoyant vision, do we blame the high crime rate to thieves? Do we blame the high sin rate to God? Do we throw  the censure game of global warming to the sun? Or do we just say the darkness in the society is due to lack of light? 

It starts from a simple smile, an alluring exposure of the teeth, to a handshake then a little hug then sooner to a snuggle. Things don't go bad this time -sharing ideas and stories prevail the convos. Without ado the mouth labium come into contact eliciting a connection but before you realize, it's normal light, then dimmer lights, then darkness and the next morning things are no longer the same. Or let's say for these are just kids how does it happen? Educate me! 

The next few weeks ain't the same, the little angel is no longer an angel again -there ia something bizarre going on. From gastrulation to neurulation then embroyogenesis. The XY gender is nowhere to be seen-then it becomes a case. 

Parents! Parents,holiday is no longer what holidays used to be -a time to bond with the children, spend time with them, hear out their minds,share love to them and most significantly give advice. But what do we do? Terming it obsession to work would be an understatement. Let's not lippen on teachers for the purpose of parenting our children. It's our work, our responsibility. There is no greater gift you can give to a child other than advice and sage maxims. Teach them to be responsible from a tender age and let that responsibility come from within. My small adorable sister reminds me of the holy writings:Proverbs 22:6-let the parents teach their children the right ways and they'll never forget. Come on our dear parents, money can never and will never be equalled to a child's morals. It's more disheartening when the parent themselves are promiscuous for how can you show one how to cook if you ain't familiar with it? I'm even  told  most of the cases are defilement cases_ from close relatives! 

Most of the parents as it is with all other species, know that physical growth is automatic; by just gobbling some heathy stuff that's all. Unlike the physical growth, psychosexual growth is never perfunctory. It's intentional and volitional, it needs tender care, supplementaries food and love to grow but unfortunately it's turned a blind eye. Parents need to be wilful and help the children grow psychosexually; the same way from lactation to weaning and to hard foods, the children need to be fed on this education. Let's be intentional. 

My fellow teens, it's never and will never be the responsibility of parents to take care of us. It's our bodies and even with my somehow kindergarten level knowledge of the scriptures I know our bodies are temple of Christ. Let's look at the bigger picture, yes sexual pleasure is enjoyable -very much I know but you can never compare the sweetness of a ripe fruit to unripe one. It can never be the same. Yes you wanna gratify yourself, get that feeling then after that? Okay to be practical and parrhesiastically speaking I know the body is soo weak but the spirit is willing-let's use protection then. Period. 

I stand in owe to be judged but let's be real. 

Our places of worship and religion has termed and deeemed sex as a sin. Lemme explain, we talk about it as something peculiar to them and an abhorent stuff. They learn on their own and go ahead to try it and get to feel this for who is a better graduate than one who graduates from school of self-teaching? Let's be real and sit down and have an earnest conversation about sex. I know you're asking me how many times the story of Joseph has been preached and why don't they emulate from them? Okay, lemme ask out; How many pastors including self proclaimed apostles can talk to God live as Abraham and likes did? What changed? Then what changed is also what changed in the case of Joseph and our teens. I believe the best thing for this is; let's call a spade a spade- sex is sweet, sex is enjoyable and pleasurable, sex is done for this purpose and these are the consequences of engaging in early teen sex, then let them then choose from all the facts they've. But all in all, did I read somewhere God gives us implications for either choosing death or life and goes ahead to tell us to choose life? But nigh on how many have choosen life?

Music, Music Music. You already know where I'm going, okay then I'll try be non-partial and altruistic; for I hate gengetone- they're just not my cup of coffee. I saw somewhere "vous êtes ce

 que vous mangez" which is French that roughly translates to you're what you consume. Frankly speaking, most of the lyrics is about exalting sex and make it look like a casual activity. And with teens neuroplasticity, how can they fail to adhere to this for they're perfect student's of learning in this life's lessons? Primitively, I grew up when the only vibe I could jam was to Rose Muhando's and the likes -I even don't know what happened,Ella Mai,Halsey took the lead. Wait, did I rightly hear that from my neighbour at the trice? "Mi ndio hudunga kama daktari ,nabaki ndani kwa ndani... These coincidences!

We live in a society when I say "shot" what you're thinking is also what I'm thinking too. A perverted nation, everything is sex and sex is everything. Toilet urinals for men are butt-shaped, a team playing in Bundesliga is erecting sex toys in the stadium to attract fans -anyway all these is humanity. The question then arises, how can we stay with this profanity? AIDS is no longer an imminent danger but pregnancy is; if these are stats for conceptions,what if those of AIDS? A perveted world where Postinor-2 is restocked faster than Ibrufen and Bascopan. A world where walking semi-nude is modesty, a sign of elegance! Ain't bad though, for if you accept sunlight then you've to also accept sunburns. How can we accept humanity without all these in mind? 

Then the only solution lies introspectively, let's turn back to our psyches. Let's be volitional to change this, take it as your own initiative.Educate your younger sibling and your friend. Start it now, do not hope it'll end, decide now and make to action! 

Let's get to action. Stop it!