A
dark cloud has been brooding over us for ages. The thing about dark clouds that
everybody knows: they are pregnant with rain. I hear the question when did the
rain start to beat us and i ask, when did we begin to think we didn't need an
umbrella? We were probably in a hurry and never really thought it would rain
even though that dark menacing cloud was speaking to us. When our hearts were
ok without umbrellas, is really when the rain begun to beat us. Let me explain.
The
first time i came across porn was in primary school, can't quite remember what
class though. We were huddled up in the house of a younger kid than me, one who
was quite rich i should add and the excitement in the air was almost tangible.
As i saw these naked people, in the midst of my carnal pleasures, there was a
spark lingering in my dark heart that was asking, how did they get there? At
the time my main concern was not that it was sex but that it was public and
that was my problem number 1.
Every
human being has an internal desire to feel loved. The form of love though can
be varied and at most times, skewed. Our hearts for ages have embraced a desire
to be gratified by any means necessary. Sexual perversion has been placed
in the core of our minds and hearts and to see the recent happenings at the
coast come to light is just an example of the slow fade that this has brought.
Let's
not be fooled, bestiality has been going on for long before the Mombasa story
ever hit the eye. Men have been known to satisfy sexual urges by preying on
varying animals that i need not mention for the sake of mental sobriety. The
things we watch, listen to have sold self gratification to
unprecedented levels. We no longer have value for ourselves. Things such as
masturbation have now become a norm as much as many would not like to admit.
When a lady in porn was using a carrot or cucumber, people had no problem. When
a man would use a fruit or a similar object, nobody objected.
The undertones here are quite severe. If we treat our sexual organs
as though all they are worth is to be gratified, made to feel good, then of
course over time we'll want more and more, better and better and eventually
move from inanimate tools to animate ones such as animals.
This
heart of man is deceitful. When talking with some friends, i tried to pick
their mind on what was so wrong with the incidence concerning the ladies at the
coast and many just said it being a dog was the problem. As much as i
understand the magnitude of that, it did not just start there. The deceit of
the heart had been at work over years, killing value for the individual,
reducing them from being a full human being to just respecting their vagina not
for the sacredness of it but as a means to an end.. By the time you begin to
envision penetrating an animal or an animal penetrating you, even before the
act itself, you really have killed your self worth.
How
then can we redeem this because as i said, it starts as a slow fade. From
'innocent porn' to masturbation to full out sex with anything as by that
point all you want is that orgasm so as to feel fulfilled. I think we should
come to terms with the fact that we have been selling ourselves short, that we
have been equating our manhood to the have and use of a penis and diminishing
womanhood to the have and use of a vagina. It takes honesty to rid ourselves of
this and also a determination to set an example for our children. Some will
dismiss these necessities until their daughter turns into a teenager
and starts to do worse than what their mother or father used to do and by then
you will not be able to do a thing as how can you show her otherwise when you
have never interacted with something different.
Something
needs to change and something needs to change fast. We need to rethink who we
are beyond wanting to be made to feel good, to be gratified because one day
when your gratification does not come and the world of depression has set in
and you are desperate for that sexual high knowing very well that you have
tried 'everything' there is and are not getting satisfied, you may just be the
person spoken about next. The change begins with us as we invest for our
children, our nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters or friends. If not, we'll keep
being in a hurry, leaving the umbrella in its usual corner as we run
out laughing at the dark cloud above us and cursing when the rain beats us
again, and again and again. Kill the slow fade.
It
starts with us.
