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I was seated in my car, together with my reverie, when I see a mother and her son walking approaching my way. I have a clear view of them when all of the sudden her boy, who is about 6 or 7 trips and fell on the ground almost hitting his head to a big rock near it. His small body slumped and he scrambled to get up,it is a scene that would want you to scoop his fallen body and help him on his toes. But to my disgust, his mother pulled his frail body,slapped his face so hard and pinched his cheeks, it left a bruised mark on it. I suppose that was for tripping. Then I saw his face, at first he wanted to cry, then tear almost fell from his eyes,then he brushed the bruised mark in his face and with a defiant look, walked straight,and looked at his mom, a look that left a distinct imprint in my mind.A look that says, why do you make babies, and why are you called the mothers of these earth, when you are even younger than me, you may look older, but in reality, you are an ignorant, selfish non caring human being just engrossed in making babies and in the end,passed them off as punching bags, to be brutally hit and kicked just because they almost died from tripping.



I always encounter these scenario, but it is time for me to write about it, somehow, somewhere, someone ought to realize that why not just make love, if it is the only thing you are capable of.You see, bringing up a human being in this world entails, responsibilities, care, knowledge, compassion, lots of money and yes oodles of LOVE!



So next time you make love, think!, you can have the thrill, and you can give the whole Universe a favor by using the pill.