Life On the Planet Nabin
My child, a baby Ziger, or a zigoid, introverted when I asked him how many apple’s he’d had to eat today, since it was nearly his birthday and we Ziger’s enjoy a plentiful fruit harvest all year. Chocolates and sugar drinks are scarce, only for athletes, but you can get them if you fly yourself over to a stadium with an air-conditioned air-bubble roof, which lets us do sports in the extremely hot weather. But if you fly over there with your zigoids, since we don’t need cars or copters as we can all fly freely anywhere, you need to promise not to let your toddlers loose with the chocolate, although really you can if you very much want to.
Truly free above,
Finding happiness and chat,
No gas emissions.
We were having a birthday party for Mason, an old name, my oldest zigoid at five. But he wanted his classmate Jakrin over, amongst others, who he thought was also one of his friends just like the rest of the gang. So i explained that because Jakrin was a Jehovah’s Witness, that he’d want to say the grace before we ate, or even just expect a silence for him to say it to himself, so i said that we couldn’t invite him to the celebration, which was, after all, a party to celebrate Mason’s life, not Jehovah’s or Jesus’s. Jakin and his family ate too much anyway as they were fat. Obesity was not a problem here on Nabin.
Tell the tale boldly,
Of happiness, cheer and trust,
By atheism.
But Mason had a meltdown, a temper tantrum in which he threw his toys about. He had just started school and Jakrin was the fourth friend he’d made. “But Jakrin wanted to go!” yelled Mason, “He said he has a small book for me!” I took his hand and sat down with him, explaining to him that there were lies in his book which convinced people that god exists, when you’d have to see and touch god to believe he’s there, and I mused with him that believing and belief are simple not difficult. You can smell, hear or touch a loving person, and you can say if you’ve been loved or not. Belief is between two people, when you trust the other person to describe their own feelings, and does not involve a supernature or a god, because you get to say exactly how life is for you and you get to say exactly what you want in life because that’s each of our rights. Mason cried, but then soon said “Ok, I’ll tell Jakrin that he can’t come to the party.” I really should’ve read the fine print in life.
Freedom of speech strong,
Lives out with god to foster,
Emotions and trust.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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