My cousin's tying the knot this weekend. For most people, his wedding finally disproves silent speculations that he is a member of the third sex. Well you know how society thinks of people who nearly reach the age of forty and still single and unattached. Your sexuality is automatically at stake; or you have to endure a barrage of questions thrown at you like water spewed out of a fire hose that you either end up soaking wet or simply learn the art of dead-ma. Not to mention that condescending look on their faces like you are the fugliest human being on the face of mother earth, plus that tsk-you-have-a-very-serious-disease-dahling look they give you.

Well back to my cousin. Unfortunately he is the last male member of our generation to get married. I had a couple of male cousins who were resigned to never getting married simply because they prefer the same sex. At least they made it obvious without anyone asking them point blank. And being the last male in the family to wed, he is not about to be spared of another weight on his shoulders. Well, let's wait for about a couple of months after the wedding when people or elder relatives would begin to nudge him to produce male offspring in a desperate bid to carry on the family name.

Yeah right.

As I say, such is life.

Endless questions and countless people sticking their nose out. Good heavens! Mind 'yer own bloody business.