The best Valentine's gifts...

I know in my last post I rambled on and on about how I don't believe in true love...
Please forgive the errors of my cynical thoughts at that particular moment that led to the nonsense on my page. I was feeling like porridge and everything just seemed unexciting dull hence the post.
I still believe in true love. Only the type between mother and child. Lol. The other most talked about love is overrated!

Look what the two loves of my life wrote me for valentine!
I'm beyond wordless!!!
I've always wanted a thoughtful letter for my valentines gift. Now my children have fulfilled my dream. Aint I the luckiest mummy ever?
Oh yes, I am!

***The well written one is from my first child, Orama. He's 8 this April. Can you believe how well he writes at only 7 years of age? I only learnt how to write in cursive when I was in secondary school. At 7 I was still basking in illiteracy. Couldn't read or write. Kids of today are in a hurray.

Bear with my wee boy TJ. He's only 5 and still learning how to write. But he can read very well. He's actually the best reader in his class. Likes playing around with words. Guess he's a bit like mummy. Lol

The Itch...

Ah!
I don't know...
I really don't know!
This is one of the days when, without a reasonable explanation, I just persistently feel like yesterday's porridge :(
Don't get me wrong here, I don't mean that I feel like "having" yesterday's porridge, no. Not in that sense. I feel like the actual porridge. Yes, yesterday's porridge, to make it worse. Just cold and flat!!! Unexciting.
Have you ever felt like that before?
Well, I wouldn't think so.

What exactly is the point of this post?
Why am I here scribbling pointlessness?
I also have no clue, really. So bear with me. Having lost my muse to connect with a page, my creativity having passed away, I'm a purposeless soul...
A purposeless soul with only an itch...

Ok.
That is that.
Let me ramble about how my day has been today.
Unexciting, to begin with. Just like me. Flat!
The day itself actually began on a very low note. Firstly, I dreamt I was dead. Yes, I dreamt I had kicked the bucket. It really freaked me out!
So the first thing I did when I woke up was to tell my husband and sister never to put me in a casket and bury me when I die. The thing is, I'm very claustrophobic. Seriously claustrophobic! Even in death, being closed up in something as "tight"as a casket and buried underneath earth would be seriously oppressive and traumatic for me. I'd still suffocate long after having ceased to breathe. So unless you want my soul to wander all over earth haunting other souls, you might as well do what I want; cremate me.

Secondly later in the day some stupid soul made it their personal business to send me an email about true love.
The first thing I did upon reading the title heading was frown. Then I asked myself this question: "Do humans still believe in this thing called love, let alone "true" love?"
But most importantly, I asked myself this: "Do I believe in true love?"
Well, once upon a millennium, I really and truly believed that God created human souls in pairs and separated them upon their arrival to earth to see if they can find each other again later in life.
But then reality taught me differently.
Now, not only do I question God's existence, I also have serious doubts about this thing called love.
Humans are incapable of kindness and compassion, so obviously they wouldn't be capable of love let alone true love.

I'm done here.
Good luck!

WE