Celebration Time

Celebrating Freedom Day in JJville

By Head Snoop McSneak

Bamsville, JJland. Oct 2nd dawned like any other day but for the people of Bamsville, this day was anything but. It was a day of merriment, a day to roll out the party carpet and joyously celebrate BDL.

“This a very big day in Bamsville, we all so excited and just happy. I’m sorry I just can’t contain my excitement” Ms. Guli, Mayor of Bamsville and the founder of BDL, gushed to this reporter.

“It’s been seven yrs. in the making….those were trying times…when we thought we’d never see this day and here we are celebrating the first Anniversary…it’s unbelievable!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, unbelievable” chimed Ms. Gitane, the Mayor’s assistant who could hardly keep it together.

As we walked the streets, I could feel the excitement in the air; the birds seemed a lot chirpier, the butterflies more colorful, the leaves and grasses greener

“Five yrs ago….this place was dead, not a bird in sight, not even flies. It was as dead as a graveyard but now….” Ms. Guli paused, held out her hand and like magic, the most beautiful butterfly I had ever seen, appeared and perched lightly on her hand. Ms. Guli looked up at me and said “well the changes speak for itself” with a flicker of her wrist, she let the butterfly go.

What happened five years ago? What brought about the changes? What is BDL? These were the questions that ran through my mind as I watched the little children running around the streets of Bamsville. My confusion must have registered on my face because Ms. Guli patted me gently on the hand and said

‘It’s all about the children….it always has”.

If she thought that would explain it, she was mistaken.

Finally I was lead to a magnificent room, in a huge house that sat in the middle of the city. Upon entering the room, what jumped out at me was the huge portrait of the most beautiful family I had ever seen. Without a thought, I took a step closer…..

“Is that….” I stammered

“Yes” Ms. Guli answered, not at all surprised by the star struck expression on my face.

“Wow” I said in awe. Realizing I was losing my professional facade, I immediately composed myself. I stepped away from the picture and took a seat opposite the mayor.

“First off…” I began in my most professional voice “What is BDL?” I asked, pen poised.

“Brad’s Day of Liberation” she answered without preamble.

“Brad’s day of Liberation?” I repeated

“See it is a year ago today that our Brad escaped the clutches of that….that woman”

Without further prompting, Ms. Guli launched into the most horrific story I had ever heard. Now believe me, I am not your garden variety reporter, I have written stories about war and natural disasters but none as terrifying as this. It started off in the usual manner - boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married but there was no happily ever after for this boy and this girl because the laws of nature does not permit it for man and succubus. Yes, the girl it turned out was not what she presented herself to be and the poor boy…. “our Brad” as Ms. Guli fondly calls him, was trapped.

“Those days were pure agony” She said her voice dropping. Behind her, Ms. Gitane gave an involuntary shiver

“Pure Agony” she parroted….she did that a lot.

“So what happened?” I asked wanting…..no…desperately needing to know more.

“She happened” Ms. Guli said pointing at the vision of beauty in the portrait. “Yeah, she came along and broke the spell that woman put him under”

Suddenly visions of combat….dueling divas flashed in my head. I leaned closer

“How?”

“With love” she responded with a soft whisper. Love? Love? I was taken aback… What happened to the sword fights, the wrestling, the boxing….not even a cat fight?

“She came along and showed the man what real love is. She brought him to life and most of all, she gave him LIFE.”

“She gave him life?” I asked

“She gave him life” Ms. Gitane repeated.

“She gave him children…..an extension of life” Ms. Guli explained.

“Oh…she gave him life” I said

“It was a long and arduous road but on this day….Oct 2nd, in 2005, the decree came down that he was free” she smiled fondly

“It was a momentous day, it was. I remember the flowers suddenly springing to life, the birds dusting their limp feathers, ready to fly again. The bunnies crawling out of their holes, happily skipping down the streets” She paused as if to riding on the memories

“Momentous day” Ms. Gitane repeated

“And that’s it. That’s the reason we celebrate” Ms. Guli finished.

In all my years as a reporter, I seen people celebrate for celebrating sake…but not the people at Bamsville. Indeed they deserve to celebrate, there have been many a good man who have been brought down by the succubus in their lives and for this man…”their Brad” to walk away unscathed…is truly a miracle. Ms. Guli was quick to correct me on the last part though,

“Oh there are scars left by that woman but there is no doubt in my mind that our heroine will wipe them away” I too did not doubt that, for as I looked at the picture of this woman who had saved the man from a fate worse than death, I became a believer in the great power of love.

As the interview drew to a close, there was something that still bothered me, I just had to ask

“So….what became of her?”

Ms. Guli and Ms. Gitane exchanged glances and then burst into laughter….One of those belly-aching, uncontrollable laugh, they had to lean into each other for support. After what seemed like eternity, Ms. Guli wiped the tears streaming down her face and said

“She is fading into oblivion”

“Yes, Oblivion….nothingness” Ms. Gitane chimed in, grinning like a Cheshire.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed before I could help myself.

“Ouch indeed…. Ironic isn’t it? She trapped him to give herself a long shelf life and now she disappearing faster that she would have… just because she trapped him” and on that note, the interview came to a close.

Ms. Guli generously gave me a standing invite to Bamsville and I think this is an invitation I won’t pass up. What can I can….there something about the people in Bamsville that draws you in.

“Its love” Ms. Guli responded “People can’t resist love”

“No siree bob!” Ms. Gitane added.

It was with a contemplative mind, I left Bamsville that day….the sound of music, laughter and pure happiness ringing in my ears, and even though I was going back to my dingy one bedroom apartment on the wrong side of town, I couldn’t help but send a silent prayer of thanks that I wasn’t in THAT WOMAN’s Shoes.

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