Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Against The World With Twenty Aphorisms.

In the not- too-distant future, the flotsam and jetsam of the global village shall become carriers of a new kind of disease--HOPE. Better be diseased than be deceased.

The competitive spirit of capitalism dictates that the sorcerer outsources the sorceress from a region where her resources are underutilized to a region where her resourcefulness is overpriced. Voodoo globalization.

Marriage is a much maligned deity whose slowness to anger and unwillingness to punish offenders has emboldened couples tying the nuptial knot to permanently set up the abomination of desolation on her altar.

To reinvent marriage for those who cannot live without having their wings clipped, ferocious gods like Ogun and Sango have to be assigned the unenviable task of punishing matrimonial offenders.

He neither listens to music by gay singers nor reads books by gay writers. And I once heard him swear that if a white supremacist boxer were slugging it out with a gay black in the ring, he would put his money on the former.

And in those days every homosexual shall be serially raped by members of the opposite sex for a period of ninety days in order to exorcise the demon that makes a man want to lie with a male as with a woman, and a woman wants to lie with a female as with a man. For it is clear that homosexuality is the natural refuge of an insane, perverse, sick, rotten and psychotic mind.

Insincerity has two faces: the face of a politician and the face of a priest. It takes just one look for naivety to turn into gullibility.

A golden fish has no hiding place, but a skinny politician has a lot of hiding places.

If politician can tell lies without batting eyelids, the electorates should learn how to look into those eyes in order to get a good glimpse of their hell-bound souls.

Whoever envisages even momentarily that vandalism is the exclusive preserve of the rabble is not quite compos mentis. Princes and potentates also engage in acts of vandalism. The one, the hearts and minds of his subjects; the other, the exchequer.

Whoever is thinking of bringing down the royal family should start from the balcony where the members always like to converge, looming larger than life, and then proceed to taunt us with their prerogatives.

The gratification a prince derives from vandalizing the hearts of sweet innocent damsels is orgasmic and orgiastic. Let his throne be set up on a sea of sperm so that auto-eroticism can become for him the only route to sexual ecstasy.

We have more to learn from those who fight and conquer their demons without any help from a single angel than from those to whom angels have been assigned to carry up whenever they strike their foot against a stone. We have to stand upright ourselves, not be set up.

You do not expect a person who is incapable of a platonic relationship to become socratic when the relationship goes awry. Every relationship has its philosophy. What is your philosophy?

Hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman whose temper is akin to that of a rabid dog. Her barks, bites and backbites generate an epidemic of emotional scabies.

My pariah status as a black in a sea of white faces confers upon me a certain degree of privilege while travelling on a train. Since nobody shares my seat, I always have enough space for my gangling legs and backpack.

Black and white no longer appear and appeal to me as the nearest approximation of a perfect combination of colours. Has anybody ever thought about the prospect of replacing white by red? The dynamism of red swallows me like a whale. I have seen the light in blood.

Money. Women. Estate. These are the three things I know of that can rub the shine off the halo of honourable men, rendering their every action dishonourable and making the most rational of all creatures less than reasonable.

Take it or live it: the worst biological parent is to be preferred to the most benevolent foster parent.

Every creation carries its own mathematics along with it, which to the mathematically illiterate, like myself, are mere scribblings without any significance. Therefore I do not cease to misunderstand my fellow humans; hence my twenty aphorisms.

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