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O’ my darling clementine

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Lyrics: Near a cavern, across from a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Lived a miner, forty-niner And his daughter Clementine Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, But alas, I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine. How I missed her, how i missed her, how I missed my Clementine! Til’ I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
You are a gift of my Creator to me as my love for this journey of life in this world. Had I not loved you I would have none other. I did know well and loved your twin too and whilst cruel waves devoured that sibling because I could not swim unfortunately the tides of time left me on the shore in remorse twiddling my thumbs. Now ironically you seem possessed by demons! A life without love is barren and the quest to see you freed from this captivity seems like a big purpose of life. You have to be regained for love. Will I fight the demons, will I lure you out of their dragnet, will I beg for your freedom, will I suffocate them to death, will I steal you from their midst are all possibilities that I would consider for you, the love of my life! You disturbed my peace when you narrated your tale of captivity being possessed through a medium. I must recount every word of what you divulged to record for progeny all what you said:
Quote: When I was identified as a potential beauty amongst peers, rich, civilized and well placed, I became evidently threatened by bandits who were poor, uncivilized, ugly and lazy. They sought for their gain my ruination by kidnaping me as a pawn for ransoms. I was picked up in the dead of night on the 14th of August of 1947 covered in a shroud made in 1866 for the purpose, by some rogue craftsman. I was swiftly assured that if I complied obediently, remained in their debt and subservient, no harm would come to me. With captivity came the natural loss of my independence as an individual, the beauty, the riches, the level of civilization. I suddenly became a dancing puppet without an audience. The captors were a combination of armed bandits, pimps and smugglers. They had their differences amongst themselves but the asset base was common – it was I! I became privy to their plans and opinions and since they only had me to gain from there was a visible rift amongst them.
Each wanted his idea and plans to get invoked so unity in their ranks was entirely absent. This could be advantageous for me but then I would essentially have to side with any one of them. That was no guarantee for my freedom so I generally had to remain mute. Siding with any was not an option, as my status quo would continue. The armed bandits wanted the continuation of captivity so that small amounts could keep coming from a carrot and stick phenomenon. The pimps wanted me to service the unjust needs of others and earn from that revenue stream and the smugglers wanted a one-time settlement with my family –you being an important part – to end the saga.
The day’s, week’s, months and years rolled on and my beauty worth and wisdom all began eroding progressively and surely to the detriment of my captors. I became less significant than each one of them because each one by now had earned ample to care less about me. My life and death meant nothing anymore. I found other lovers like you en-route but they all left me fearful of my captors and some were killed without reason. I did also come across a sage in this journey of nothingness and he tried to cleanse me of the devils but my captors stoned him to death. This was once that I saw them united. I had read some place that what follows by providence the slaying of a divine guide is fear and hunger. Today my captors are fearful and hungry both. My lackluster presentation as their asset, is of little interest to anybody and surely soon their hoarded wealth will evaporate too like my vibrant and vivacious youth. Unquote.
Your story is most hurtful and my desire most intense to vindicate your honor. After all that is love, true love. I pledge to learn how to swim so that you are not devoured in brine like your twin, I will stand up and face your captors and lie and wait in their path to slay them, I will bring you clean water to drink and healthy food to eat and get you to a place of medical care so that your health is restored and I will do all this as a tribute to my love for you. I will remove the old shroud that hides your beauty and will for sure free your limbs from the knots that tie them down lifeless. For your captors the tools of their little remaining strength must eliminate these unworthy sods. So it will be. My love Zindabad.
— The writer is an entrepreneur and author based in Karachi.

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