Showing posts with label hatred. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hatred. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Hate.


So it’s been a while that I’ve actually written a post myself right? Here’s to breaking that rut.



Hate is such a harsh word, I personally choose to use the word dislike where others use hate i.e. “I dislike amala” because if I say hate it, that means I’ll never be open to eating it even if the world’s best Amala chef prepared it for me. Hate has this absoluteness to it, which is why I choose to use it sparingly; unfortunately not everyone shares my philosophy.

Thus, you should understand why I feel taken aback when someone says, “I hate her.” To me, that means if given the possibility to remove that person from your vicinity, whatever the cost, you would do it. That means, if you saw that person dying of thirst and you had a bottle of water in hand, you’d rather pour it on the ground and watch that person die. Yes, it may sound exaggerated, but if someone truly hates another person, grave measures can be taken against them.

Hate is the opposite of love; so as strong as love can be, hate too can encompass such strength. All those headlines of lovers killing their partner for cheating are examples of the power of hate.

Funny thing about hate is that it requires effort; just as you spend time and mental energy thinking of the person you love, you also do the same for those you hate.

“Love your neighbor as yourself”


A word is enough for the wise.

Friday, 17 April 2015

The Mole.




Knowing that no one gets away with anything scot-free is all the consolation I need in times of painful betrayal. For anyone who has been reading my blog right from the start, you’d know that it was a case of betrayal that led me to start this blog in the first place. Ah, that time the pain was as fresh as a knife wound, but hey, it started off a good thing right?
                                   The style of my latest case of betrayal was classic - a mole.

But see this mole not only betrayed several people who trusted him/her, no, this mole went further and beyond the scope of his/her assignment. This mole, after stabbing us metaphorically still came around as a lovely nurse only to pour salt into our wounds.

This mole continued life as though totally free of any wrongdoing and weaved their way amidst their victims as though all was well.

This mole; is convinced he/she has gotten away with the ill deeds that were committed.


But I know better. I know that I serve a God who said, “Vengeance is mine” and “Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm.” I also know my God never sleeps nor slumbers so he definitely knows what this person did. So I’ll go on with my life as normal, and I’ll leave it to God.