Now That Valentine Is Come And Gone, Was The VALscapade Experience Worth It?

Now That Valentine Is Come And Gone, Was The VALscapade Experience Worth It?

The Media Globally Calls February The Month Of Love. By Implication Are They Indirectly Calling The Rest Of The Months The Month Of Hate? I Think It’s Misleading, Misguided And Retarded.

Now That Val Is Come And Gone, Are We Back To Hating For The Rest Of The Year? Do I Wanna Hear Tales Of Your VALscapades? I'll Pass On That Fleeting Past. Although The Events Of That Past May Haunt Some Folks Till They Breathe Their Last. But Go Ahead Tell All About It When The Red Wine Intoxication Clears, The Red Fresh Roses Withers And Plastic Flowers Get Tossed Away, The Red Rumpled Outfits Are Worn Back, The Red Spell Of Romantic Unconditional Love Unfortunately Wears Off And You Are Back In That Loveless Limbo Of Your Life Which Shouldn't Be.

When The Red Sun Happily Welcomes You To A New Day As It Blossoms And Flourishes The Love You Found On Val's Day, The Red Gift Packs Are Discarded After The Gifts Or Lack Of Gifts Is Appreciated Or Otherwise, The Red blood And Rampaging Hormones Circulates Normally Cuz Your Sexual Hunger Has Been Voraciously Satisfied, The Red Bleeding Streams From A Torn Hymen Stops For The Inexperienced First Timers, The Red Blood The Syringe Vampires Sucked From Your Veins For Lab Tests Returns With Result Of STDs Or A Clean Bill Of Health.

When The Red Cent Is Spent And Your Conscience Torturously Questions If It Was Worth It, The Red Rage From Disappointment And Dampened Expectation Dissipates, The Red Face From Emotional Terrorism And Heartache Realizing You Were Just A Play Thing And Not The ONE Gets  Treated, The Red Alert Mode Of Heightened Anxiety Attack To Monitor Your "Period" Lest It Goes "Missing", The Red Light That Brought The Relationship To A Screaming Screeching Hurting Halt On Val's Day Turns Green For You To Move On With Your Life, Etc.

When The Red Blood Spilled A Day After Val (RIP John Ndubuka) Has Been Drank By Mother Earth And The Oceanic Tears Cried Has Dried Reminding Us Timelessly Of Life’s Frailty And That All Is Vanity, But Virtue Alone Stands Tall.

In The End, Good, Some Had It. Bad, Some Had It. And Ugly, Some Had It. Whatever However You Had It, With Relish Or Regret, You Alone Prepared The Dish And Life Simply Served It. Life Goes On. Keep On Keep Keeping On.

The Idea Is Unacceptably Misused And Abused. A Veritable Device Employed By Lycanthropes To Lure Gullible Preys With A Show Of Pseudo Love. So These Monsters Transform To A Love Beast On February 14, Feed On Their Prey’s Body, Heart And Pocket. They Transform Back To Their Normal Hate Beast The Next Day.

Instead Of Cosmetically Renting Out Your Heart For Love Once A Year Why Not Make Love A Permanent Resident In Our Heart All Year Round? God's Love Is Every Day. Every Day Is Valentine So Show Love From The Heart And Not Superficially From the Obesity Of One's Pocket.

I Will Love To Hear It If You Were Sacrificially Loving Enough To Demolish Your Often Times Irrational Selfish Barriers And Spread Love To The Less Privileged Living A Loveless Life.

Do For Love And Heaven Will Reward You. Do For Show Off And You Will Be Rewarded Accordingly.

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