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Beside me, on a bus journey recently, was a young lady on the precious side of mid 20s.
She spoke low into her mobile phone as the bus whizzed past a Bus Stop in a green manicured surroundings that was her destination.
Eavesdroping, I overheard the angry voice of a lady at the other end of the line, defending allegations made against her.
It was her grandmother, swearing and cussing:
‘It is my life, I will do what I like with it, f..k who I want to f..k’.
The young lady, with a sudden rush of adrenaline to the head became implacable. She countered sharply:
‘You old fool, you are supposed to be my grandmother. Take your eyes and filthy hands away from my boyfriend’. Wait until I catch you.
The whole thing erupted into a vicious paroxsm of words. An internecine verbal warfare, if you like.
I covered my face in shame, pondering what has become of this world.
In a previous world, a grandmother was god-like and revered.
A grandmother conducted herself with moral rectitude.
A grandmother and granddaughter were bound by love, maternal affection and allegiance.
What is happening? A post modern neurosis?
dh, [chaplain] Caprecon Foundation
