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HOW THICK IS THIS BLOOD

HOW THICK IS THIS BLOOD?


This is one question that has been on my mind for a very long time.
People say “blood is thicker than water”, but I’ve been wondering: how thick? Does this question sound stupid? Well, nevertheless, I need an answer. How thick is blood?  It looks and feels thick, but is it?
I mean how thick is blood that Cain was able to murder his brother Abel; that Tamar was raped by her “brother”; that his parents named him “Jabez”; that babies are dumped in gutters; that fathers rape their daughters; that siblings kill one another over probably, landed property or money? How thick is this blood that makes members of the same family do unspeakable things to one another?
How thick is this blood that makes your relatives, so called aunts, uncles and cousins forget that you exist? I guess everyone is too busy and engrossed in their business to think or even care for any other person.
So you see, they feel and look thick but are in fact empty, as good as useless, just like a sickle blood cell. What is the joy or essence of having a sickle blood cell when it only makes you limited, you can neither fight against micro organisms causing infections nor share or donate the blood. No offence, but it’s almost as good as not living at all. What the essence of life from which people can not benefit from? Such is the life of so called “bloods’’ that have refused to circulate, they will end up being congealed, completely stuck. Blood is meant to flow, be refreshed and bring refreshment to the body.
How can a man rape his own daughter, his blood?! What kind of demon could have possessed him? Or is blood not thick enough to provoke fatherly care? Cain was even bold enough to ask God “am I my brother’s keeper?” after shedding his brother’s blood or was it Cain’s blood? Blood was not thick enough to neither prevent Cain from killing his brother nor make him feel remorse for his action. This same blood wasn’t thick enough, after his mother had carried him in her womb for 9 months she bore him and named him “Jabez”, “a child of sorrow”. His mother had even placed a curse on him right from birth without him offending her, what sort of mother does that? Even after she had shed a lot of blood on him in the process of child birth? How much more blood would have prevented her from doing so or how thick should the blood have been? Joseph brothers sold him into slavery.

How thick is this blood that we no longer have regard for the lives of our fellow countrymen? Little wonder why Boko Haram insurgency has destroyed the lives of so many citizens. Xenophobia in South Africa; South Africans killing their fellow Africans and tagging it “xenophobia”, fear of strangers? Blood is not thick enough for them to realize that we all have the same black blood flowing in us. Calling their black brothers strangers?
How thick is this blood that black Americans are murdered daily in the USA? Are they not Americans too? Are they not humans too? Why “slaughter” them like beasts? Being Black is a prerequisite to being a suspect.
The unending conflicts in Syria, Palestine, Pakistani, Iraq and other troubled nations. Brothers and sisters are now against one another, no one cares for the other.
Greed, selfishness, envy, and anger has made our blood clot. Blood is no longer thicker than water, it is now ask thick and solid as stone, and when blood is as thick you can imagine the result.
Corrupt politicians and civil servants embezzling funds meant for their countrymen. Funds meant to better the lives of their brothers,sisters, fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, cousins and children, they spend alone.
Is blood still thicker than water?
How thick is it ?
Sina_Taylor

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  1. The issue is this: the sayin' that "Blood is thicker than water" is not meant. I used to know the true guys refer to it as a way of explainin' a tightly knighted bond between individuals especially biological members. It is not meant because it has become a "ryhme" that is used with no true implications on the mind of the user. In my opinion, if blood in this context was once thicker than water, it is no more- it is only a joke to assume otherwise.

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