These ideas of mine usually come at random because too much thinking gives me severe headaches. You can ask any of my math teachers. During their classes, I always claimed to have a throbbing headache.
As one would expect, at first, they didn’t believe me. They thought of it as a ploy to avoid memorising the intricate inner workings of Bodmas, or whatever other theory the teachers believed would become useful to me in my later life. If Mr Kaboi was to be believed, I’d never survive a day without applying the quadratic equation in something. Or the Pythagorean theorem. Pshaw! Yeah, right.
Anyway, like I said, thinking happens not to be good for my health. Besides, I also tend to deviate too much to maintain any train of thought for more than a few seconds. But sometimes, we don’t have to think to come up with good ideas.
You can’t convince me that the person who came up with the “rubber duck” thought very much about it. He probably had duck chicks who kept dying in his bathtub and decided to make a rubber one. Problem solved.
Like I said, I’m prone to digress.
Back to my point. All this alcohol banning nonsense has me thinking and worrying about the future of our country. Especially the fate of all those innocent couples out there.
If like me you remember correctly, back in the days of Covid, conditions weren’t good for dedicated couples. Not good at all. I even came to learn a new word — femicide. It means the killing of women because of their gender, usually by men. Apparently, these cases spiked a lot during the pandemic. Even worse, during that short period, more couples broke up than average.
According to those who know these things, the reason for the break-ups and the crimes was couples getting to rediscover each other and realising they didn’t like each other that much. Men who were used to leaving home at the crack of dawn returning in the wee hours of the night suddenly found themselves quarantined inside their houses with total strangers.
There were tales of men who would spend the day wondering who the two strange kids in their living rooms were.
“We’re your daughters,” one girl said upon her father’s enquiry.
“My daughter?” wondered the bewildered dad. “I don’t have a daughter. I have three boys. Where did you two come from?”
So many couples didn’t know their partner’s routines. A man who’s never home and suddenly sits through his wife making dinner, watching her receive texts via the phone, laugh and type back would be curious to uncover the source of his wife’s amusement. To that end, some me don’t know how to talk using their mouths, but rather their fists and any other hard object within reach.
So, you ask, where’s my so-called bright idea in all this? I have a thought to let Nacada know that banning alcohol so drastically is a bad, bad idea. People go to bars and other places of the brew not so much to get drunk but to stay away from their spouses. Let people drink, and keep the peace at home.
