We’re getting blasé.

The cell phone goes ‘bling bling, bling bling’.

A message.
But I am reading in bed, and the phone is on the other side of the room. Shall I get it?
Na, it’s probably an add. I don’t know how they do it, but it seems my phone number has surfaced somewhere on some SPAM list, and I get junk mail all the time. It couldn’t be important, otherwise they’d phone me.

I read on.
But the curiosity is getting the overhand.
And so I get out of bed, and get the phone.

I don’t recognize the number.
It reads; ‘We are saddened by the assassination of another member of parliament . . .’
I don't need to read the rest, I already know. I’ve gotten at least similar 8 messages the past two years.
So they blew up another guy.

I wonder who it is. It’s not in my neighborhood, because I would have heard the blast. Must have been in the east. Probably a christian.
The TV is upstairs. If I want to find out, I’d need to get out and go up.
Do I want to find out?
Na, it can wait till tomorrow.

It doesn’t really make any difference really who it is. We’re spiraling down anyways.

So schools will be closed tomorrow.
At least the kids will be happy.

We’re getting blasé.