B-Children

 

I woke up this morning got out of bed and the “sun is shining the weather is sweet * sings bob Marley* make you wanna move ya dancing feet” ! YES! breakfast on the balcony for madame Blaqua.

Whilst sitting on my cheap arse Ikea outdoor setting i couldn’t help but wonder “what on earth is that smell?” no it was not the smell of my pomegranate tea infused with chrysanthemums, nor was it the smell of the rubbish truck going past.

Omg I said to myself I know what it is… It is the smell of INDEPENDENCE!

You know the type where you don’t have you’re parents around nagging you to do you’re chores, telling you  to leave the fridge alone because Africa has put a bounty on you’re head because you’re the reason they suffer in poverty and of course you’re parents are tired of paying levy’s to the Shakazulu tribe to keep you well protected from the mighty ShakaKAHN mafia who live in the black mountains.

Anyhow you get my drift.

I was seventeen when I let go of my parents apron strings eight years later I’m asking myself what would i be if i was still hanging on to those apron strings? I couldn’t imagine what life would be like for me if I was still at home with my parents.

Now I guess you’re all going to flood me with emails when you read this one, but hey no worries I will just forward them on to the complaints department situated in India where you’re complaints will contribute in helping stimulate their economy, give my regards to Apu and tell him to save me a doughnut!

So I guess where all this curiosity has stemmed from this morning is how I have a friend who is in his late thirty’s and still hangs on to his parents apron strings for dear life.

Now before you all get your panties in a twist over how this type of behavior is OK? just know that I am merely sharing an experience that is currently in action and I of course am just the on side observer so my opinions are valid and there’s the red X icon in the top left corner if this is all too much for you. *smiles*

Continuing on with my thoughts of intrigue I would like you all to imagine that you are a parent and you love you’re children dearly and you only hope to see them succeed one day, this is any parents wish as I am sure they all bend over backwards to see a smile on you’re face and hopefully their unconditional love for you inspires you to choose the right course of action for yourself and your life.

So while you are imagining this..imagine you are a parent who is now ready for retirement and you have a dream of one day buying yourself something great just for your pleasure and it has been so long since you have been able to put aside some money for yourself to enjoy a little happiness that you think you deserve…for example you are thinking its definitely time to buy that car you always wanted because walking the cobbled pavements all you’re life has really left you with a pair of crusty club feet.

WELL THINK AGAIN DUMB-ASS!

Because the Shakazulu tribe from Africa is on you’re front door step ready to burn you’re house down because your child has not been paying their bills.

You sigh in agony…*sigh* you consult with all those around you for guidance, you really don’t get the sympathy you so well deserve.

So there goes you’re dream of having that car… and while paying for you’re child’s debt you notice that your club feet have actually fallen off so now you are up to you’re knees walking around like an Oompa Loompa.(Please feel free to Google a pair “Club Feet” if you are a parent and you’re child has financially left you feeling limbless I feel for you.)

So there you have it a little in sight to a story that is in motion from the Blaq-Art diaries.

My note to the B-Children of today, appreciate you’re parents and their hard work for you! love them unconditionally and show a little respect and if possible try to live life in their shoes just for a little while.

Now back to my delicious Birch er.

Good Day to you all!

Blaire Blaqua.

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