What do you know about pain when you never saw little lacy who on a fateful day arrived home from school, into her uncle’s arms-because she loved him. Naive and innocent she had no idea that people are the predators to fear; well the same went for close ones you loved. She had never suspected good turned to evil, but she of all kids had to witness the proverbial reality at a tender age, fully unprepared, not that she had to be. She was only 9, but the uncle she loved raped her. She learnt of the reality of this world the hardest and disheartening way any human being could undergo. Little Lacy was someone’s daughter, sister, grandchild or friend. She was paid pain for her love and trust. Today is her 21st birthday those tears never leave, you don’t know what pain is.

Bad food has an upper hand than pain; at least you can puke it out. Alex had been intelligent all his academic life. He never came across failure nor had an idea what it tasted like. As things were, he was simply a stranger to it and apparently, they would never meet. Many parents wished Alex was theirs; he was an inspiration to his siblings, the envy of his peers and the pride of his parents. Alex was sponsored to university by a big company which promised him a big job upon the completion of his study. On the contrary, Alex struggled Just in in his first year. He was in a completely different world. His friends became strange, his lecturers alien. Even the people that were beneath him during high school caught up with him on his way down as they went up. Alex and failure finally met, they held hands. He lost his scholarship and his big job. No one was patient enough to fathom what happened because the world was busy expecting too much from him. He was only 19, but Alex died of depression, you certainly don’t know what pain is.

Think about the old lady whose eldest son went studying to Scotland, but unlike Alex came back successful. No sooner had he even put his acquired credentials to use than he passed in two weeks after graduating. The ‘pain-well’ had not dried up just yet. Her two married daughters died and left behind grandchildren-orphans.  As if it wasn’t enough, another of her sons died of marital depression. She only has two children left before she is left all by herself, for her husband is gone too. Yes, we don’t know what pain is.

Mary has more hope than the old lady, she is optimistic even after 4 different men cheated on her many a time on different occasions. Would you handle your lover leaving you for your best friend? That is betrayal at its zenith. A couple of years later, Mary meets Malik who seems to fit in her dreams. Finally, her optimism is paying off as it is her wedding day. Most weddings survive the part where the priest asks anyone in the audience to speak or forever be silent, even the much guilty weddings do, but not Mary’s. Malik actually has a baby mama, a wife and a girlfriend. Today Mary won’t cry, she will just faint. Love birds, you don’t know what pain is.

Rick is finally doing fine in life. He has landed himself a job as a driver for a certain manufacturing company. He earns himself extra money by picking up passengers during his deliveries. At the police check point, marijuana is discovered hidden beneath the driver’s seat. Rick has been set up. He gets 5 years imprisonment with hard labour, while the culprit passenger goes away free. You don’t know what pain is.

Pain moves with us, tempts us, teases us, uses us, but we still don’t know what pain is completely because it hits us all differently. We can’t appease pain. For no one is too corrupt for pain,you can never bribe it. Endure it knowing that one day it will all be over, because we don’t really need to know what pain is. Live every happy moment. Allow it to sink in deeply. Never be too coy for happiness, you don’t want to know what pain is.


16 thoughts on “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PAIN IS

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  2. Nsatusile Mgode

    Wow! You’re an awesome writter mahn! I like..kept me going all through to the end 🙂 will visit your blog more often *smiles*

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