All Because of the Hole?
All because of the hole the pole goes unruly and awry. “Ah, they rhyme, don’t they?” he asks laughingly. “What? It’s not funny – don’t laugh!” I warn him. Bees fly from far and wide and flock to the flowers to collect nectar. “And that’s alliteration,” he barges in again. He’s only being humorous so I brushed off nonchalantly. Some do not fly back but their wings flutter; they are trapped in the petals and dead. Who would you blame: the killer petals or the killed bees? ‘Disabled 17-year-old raped’, read a Kuensel headline dated 06 June 2010. Once again!
We don’t scratch our heads. We cannot plead ignorance. Admittedly, we are not innocent. We have its predecessors. We don’t go back years. No one can guarantee we’ll have no successors. Another equally deplorable act may follow soon. It’s a chain we cannot break. We will not break; we just take break. We’ve history for posterity. And the history is one of barbarism, engraved on a base metal! It’s embarrassing; it should be, only legitimately.
Riddled with nine holes, the female anatomy is enigmatically beautiful. Paradoxically, one hole is the crowning glory of all. Of course, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Unquestionably a jewel in the crown, it’s not where a crown usually is – a glorious exhibit atop all in full public view! It’s not something that we all see as often as we would like to; but instead it’s something that’s covered unnoticed that seduces males. It’s a paradox still that it’s located in a strategic position in terms of defence. Perhaps it is to announce that any pole can make a dovetail joint with any hole that a pole falls in a hole unnecessarily. Not every hole needs a filling, that too by any pole.
Not long ago, a septuagenarian was raped. Paedophile or not, rape of minors is not uncommon although it may be few and far between. Neither is sexual molestation of underage girls. Drones attain the age of consent faster and fly from further afield only to conquer and deflower queens. From mentally unsound to physically challenged, from aged to underage to consenting adult, the hole is indeed a foe that the fair sex carries inseparably from the cradle to the grave. Not for nothing is this Bhutanese saying relevant timelessly.
For this crowning hole we stand awake all night, and we sleep. On the one hand, we climb up to the summit for glory. We are gallant. We fall into the hole and into a quagmire of disgrace morally unlawfully, on the other hand. We are wanting in conscience. I’m not sexist, but we are all morally leaky because of the hole.
Given that the hole is where it is, does it have pride of place? The hole is, by nature, securely defended. But we trip and fall into it. All because of the hole, we all pass through a floodgate of both good and bad. It sets everyone and everything in motion. A pole plugs the hole, and morality leaks wetting all and sundry. What could be more morally lethal than the combination of the hole’s omnipotence and the pole’s potency?
Incidentally, the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico has made headlines as many times as the World Cup in South Africa. A hole is blamed. Kuensel dated 10 July 2010 reads ‘Alarming rise in cases’. The hole and it’s next-door neighbor are culpable. Are they, actually?
