I’m in love with a woman who is not my wife.
Ok. What does that have to do with my vote and how is my infidelity your concern right? Just stay with me on this one…
It all started a little over a year ago; I can’t quite explain how it happened but I do know that I find her irresistible. That smile…those eyes; twin pools of fluid compassion betraying an innocence that makes one self conscious around her…but I digress…
I’m quite taken with her you see, this lady. In love actually, to the point where I cannot but think about her all the time. Some puritans may say this is adulterous given that she is not my wife, but bear with me and withhold judgment till my tale is told.
Reflecting on it I ask myself, what’s not to love really? I mean, Every single time she sees me; which is virtually every day except when I have to leave town for business, every single time she sees me, she lays out that warm blanket of a smile and envelopes me with her ever ready, ever wider bear hug. In that instant; with her slender, small hands around my neck and her head on my shoulders, we conspire to rob Aeon and time stops As the world around us recedes into the horizon, we freeze frame that little piece of eternity which we manage to steal from Chronos and all that matters is that she is mine and I am hers.
Like I said earlier, this has gone on for some time now; right under my wife’s nose by the way, and in the process I have become acutely aware that I am responsible for this charming young lady’s wellbeing, she is not demanding like the infamous Blackberry babes, but she depends on me for everything she needs. If I don’t meet her needs then no one else can…not without asking for the unthinkable in return. It is clear to me that I must not only cater to her needs today, I must also plan for her tomorrow.
Maybe I should mention at this point that this lady who has so captured my heart is, well…a minor; she is under the age of 18 –remember you promised not to judge me yet- and is somewhat unable to make certain determinations for herself so I do not need a crystal ball to know that the future is bleak if I do not make adequate arrangements to ensure that she lacks nothing of her basic needs, if I do not take steps to ensure that the society she finds herself in respects her humanity and provides opportunity for her to maximise her existence and optimize her potential.
But I am only one man and my resources are quite finite…I am a ‘common man’ and much as I wish I could steal the moon and hand it to her; I can’t.
I wish I could tell her that bad things do not happen to good people so that being the most innocent of people I know, she would have nothing to fear; but that would be a lie.
I wish I could promise her that I will always be there, but I know I won’t, so I need her to be prepared for the days when she will have to walk alone.
I worry about her education…I worry about her safety and security…I worry about her health…I worry about her ability to find and keep a good job, or start a business of her own without having to give up her dignity…the worrying is driving me crazy!
Now and then, when she hugs me, I flinch from the anxiety and stabbing pangs of pain as icy fingers of fear clutch at my heart…she notices and wants to know what is wrong but I say it’s nothing…
I suspect that I’m rambling…pardon me, I’m almost done.
These things have bothered me for days now, especially since the politicking and electioneering began and the elections drew nearer. Everybody has gone on and on about my vote and what it’s worth.
Some people are willing to pay money for it…others are poised to steal it with Guns, Machetes and even Witchcraft I hear…yet another crop of people invest so much intellectual capital in trying to talk me into handing it over to them in trust.
With all this going on I suddenly had an epiphany; since this vote seems to be my most valuable asset and negotiating tool at the moment…why don’t I sell it to the one person who I know needs it so badly that not to have it would spell doom? The one person who would pay me in currency that gold bullion can not replace?
Eureka!!!
So, this morning I woke my darling girlfriend up, and sold my vote to her in exchange for a hug and a kiss. Then I went out and helped her put it where she needs it to be.
Her name is Imani; she is my daughter and today I sold my vote to her.
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