Price tags

You probably think this is another annoying rant about oil prices, the hullabaloo of how life is harsh and how we are doomed to be chained to our ignorance. That issue has been so over done leaving a murky if not soar after-taste in your breath. The issue is much closer home, tickling your bosom, subdued by your ego and seldom talked about. It often bugs you how far you would go to get that something you badly need when the opportunity presents itself, your dignity at stake. You will literally knock your socks off at the wonders you are capable of doing.

As you prance around acting up to societal proclivity, you have a charge on your forehead and when you get bought, so to speak, the mask comes off and you are like the phoenix, reborn doing things unimaginable. For instance, if I offered you five million to walk stark naked from the library to Muliro Garden, you will probably sneer and question on how cheap I think you are. Okay, what if we raised it a notch higher, say around fifty billion? Right, I thought so too, but tarry a while, what will your mother say, yes, even if it was a charity march?

Some wise somebody once held that money cannot buy love, well it seems he was mistaken or perhaps we can blame it on the novelty of money in their time. For all I know in our day, it is all about the riches, the big black cars and chasing all those stars that we never really grapple in the end. At the right price, a segment of our species will lay out their wares for auction plied with a few drinks and a couple of gifts all in the name of love. Pardon my incursion nevertheless I do not think them as cheap and lowly as you may presume, they are the most demanding, unforgiving humans I know.

The fee surrendered really need not be for all the wrong dissolute reasons and most times it is for very noble and distinguished grounds. Case in point, you have to shell out dearly for more than two decades to seize that all so important education and ultimately get a hold of that dream job. It is a constant struggle, because even after you obtain it, you have to forfeit long hours in the office to climb the social hierarchy. Sadly, most of us never attain that bliss we relentlessly hound after until you drop dead and the eulogy ironically articulates that the poor soul lived a full life.

It seems like everybody has price, I wonder how they sleep at night when the sale comes first and the truth comes second. Why is everybody so serious acting so damn mysterious with shades on your eyes and your heels so high that you cannot even have a good time? It is not always about the money or the bling; happiness will never be traded in the stock market but I guess our rationale and self value have all been sold out. Nonetheless, true as the anecdote of self worth, dignity and what others think of our ways may be, the privilege of a life well lived is in fact being yourself.