Broken vases, broken china, broken bone china, broken glass, broken glasses, broken mirrors, broken nose, broken tooth, broken bones, if this was the end of the list of things that got broken, wouldn’t life be so splendid?
No, hearts had to get broken, memories, promises, emotions, marriages, relationships, friendships, love, spirits, people, dreams, these also get broken.
Why are all the beautiful things of life dainty, why not the ugly things? I have never heard of broken hatred, broken greed and broken selfishness. The things that break ‘dainty us’ the most, mostly come from within and they are abstract.
I once saw an old man cry, and I cried with him, not knowing why he was crying, it tugged at my heart, because I thought it was unheard of for some category of people to cry. But it isn’t, grown men cry.
I was sad to realize that we are not the mighty Igor’s we pride ourselves at being, a broken chair can be repaired the instant it goes kaput, but a broken heart takes a longer time to heal, in most cases even a broken neck heals faster!
In this regard, it won’t be out of place to say for instance, that a broken chair has one up over ‘dainty us’, or physical things over abstract things.
Why will a bride-to-be not smile and be cool, when her groom and chief bride’s maid walk up to her a day before her wedding and say ‘we have been having the hots for each other, please give us your blessing.’
When a woman finds her husband in bed with another man, why doesn’t she just say ‘honey when you are done call me’? She cannot because the heart is fragile; you place such weight on it at her detriment. First she has to deal with her husband’s infidelity then the fact that he is bi-sexual, too much for one person I dare say.
‘Dainty us’ had to entangle ourselves in such broken, broken everyday life. I can hear someone telling me, ‘my life is not broken!’ Yes I agree wholeheartedly with you, mine neither, but it breaks my heart to hear that a Palestinian man got killed while crossing the Gaza strip, a little girl got kidnapped in the Niger-delta, a man poured acid on his fiancée, a six year old girl is raped by her forty year old neighbour, a man walks out on his wife and children.
Endless list, I could go on and on, doesn’t it break your heart; can these occurrences not result in broken people? Check out this scenario, the broken little girl grows up and declares a vendetta on the group that kidnapped her many years ago, the group members are changed people. Possible?
This is a call for caution in stoking the fires that trigger encounters that result in broken people.
Pessimistic is what I am not, a recognition that we all are actually vulnerable at some point is very essential; it helps in dealing with others, whenever I am about to launch an attack on a person, I suddenly remember that I do not know what the person is going through, that this person is actually fragile- underneath all the veneer, skirmishes, grins, underneath a person is a delicate piece, of very delicate lace. You concur?
There are too many broken people around and ‘daintier us’ (please don’t go breaking them), so say to yourself; whatever I can do to alleviate the brokenness of life, I will do and when I am dealing with the abstract, I will handle with extreme care.
My verdict: TDH – dainty him, slim hourglass figure – dainty her, fat, tall, black, white, slim, short; whatever category you find yourself we are all “dainty us” so please handle with extreme care!