Gospels of Damnation

“TVs today are over-pumped with concoctions of estrogen and testosterone, too much sex being advocated for by Safe Sex and Contraceptives Campaigns. There are too many adverts for hedonism, crime, violence, perversion, injustice, and vengeance.

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“WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE WORLD today?” Pastor Winfred asked her congregation. “How do you expect our children to be morally upright when what we do is preach the gospels of damnation to them?” Her voice rose above the din of everything else, amplified a thousand times by the loudspeakers piercing the streets from Central Park.

“TVs today are over-pumped with concoctions of estrogen and testosterone, too much sex being advocated for by Safe Sex and Contraceptives Campaigns. There are too many adverts for hedonism, crime, violence, perversion, injustice, and vengeance.

“Gone are the sermons of abstinence, respect for human dignity and life, parental guidance and G-Rating what’s broadcasted on TV. Communication has been confined to gadgets of vanity and profanity, parenting left to Mr & Mrs Google and a young unmarried couple you call Facebook and Twitter in search of money that’s never enough. Not to mention that the Bible, the Qur’an, and other religious texts are now an application on your iPhones and BlackBerries.

“When I look at humanity today, I feel sorry for being alive. We live the gospels of damnation to the dire neglect of the true gospels of salvation.” Pastor Winfred scanned the masses before continuing.

All was silent; you could have thought Central Park was a morgue.

Born in Curse

When I stand to go, the first step is the hardest, but I take it. All I am thinking is I want to get myself out of the curse of being her ‘only child’. My spirit is bubbling from deep inside. It is that liberating. I will go and forget I had an elderly mother. I won’t look back, I decide. Even when, and if, she realizes that daughters too are children who can take care of their parents, I won’t come back, I tell myself. I am getting away from the curse, taking back my life. 

Family Reunion

I saw the creep who had been following me the past week again. My stomach muscles went taut. There was a serial killer on the loose. The media had christened

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