A rant

Again my name gets spoilt. I don’t do anything, and I get thrown around. I can it blame on other people, they misuse me. They always do. I arrive at the right place at the right time, but people just cannot seem to like me. When I want to stay, and put my hand up saying ‘pick me!‘ , I am ignored. Then they want more of me, when in fact I don’t stay too long. It’s not my fault. I know when I am not needed, I get the hint, because without people knowing, I can sense when I am going to get abused. I leave, so that I can maintain some dignity. But no, long after I am gone my name still lingers among people’s huddled whispers.

I have seen it all. I have been the solitary witness to so many troubles. I have seen a country divided, religions formed, houses broken, relationships torn. I have seen the mistletoe kisses, late night college parties where guys and girls get sloshed but still want to wake up in a familiar place, I am at the core of every event. Infact, I am the reason many events take place. No I am not fate, he is my uncle and he said , “you poor son of a bitch. You are there at the start of everything, but then why cant you hold on?”

I am supposed to be celebrated. When the husband finds out his wife is pregnant, he celebrates me. When the wife waits for the husband long after the food’s gone cold because he is held up at office, she relies on me. A student sits in class, bored or attentive, taking down the notes her teacher tells.I am there in every single page, equation. Secrets confined in the dark rooms of the church, because the holy men are supposed to be living me. I am there when a family goes grocery shopping. I am the core of any army, team. But no, no one gives a damn about me. My cousin, always gets the name, the fame, songs are written on her, but me, they treat me like a poor relative, who has always overstayed his visit.

Ah, it takes just one side to abuse me, even ignite me and then the cookie crumbles. My patience is stretched to the limit when a lover secretly texts a so called friend,... When a secret was accidentally leaked, the business deal between trusted alliances went sour, when money was not returned. When a dad advises his child not to do drugs, I sneak conveniently between their line of sight. People vote because of me. I tell you the world will be dust without me. It will stop revolving. Fables will not be handed down. Grandmother stories would die for ever. Nature's purpose with man would be dissolved. Future would despise the past. The world needs me. I don’t need the world. I have been abused enough. I will be with those who value me. I know who I am. I belong to the select few in this world. I am the purest. I am Trust.