Two bored girls, mentally drained from a long and strenuous weekend, decided to take the opportunity to get a new look. They found themselves in a popular salon, money in their pockets, and excitement in their eyes, waiting for the expert to give them the latest in hair fashion. They stared as the hands of the hairdresser cut through their; and after the blow dry, volume; it was perfect. And they were not the only persons to affirm each other, but also those they met with after noticed and they found themselves nothing but pleased. Well, not until the next day when the electric fan or any other pursuit could not bring out the same effect.
With the much and never-ending buzz about the Reproductive Health Bill, and the numerous and diverse opinions that accompany it, one often finds herself incapable of turning a blind eye to it; although, morality should not allow one to be silent in the first place. The Reproductive Health Bill is sugar-coated with many false promises; protection of women’s choices, freedom of people to enjoy their sexual lives as well as control it, and also the education of the young of the “realities” of the world. The Reproductive Health Bill may look flashy on the outside, giving people the perception that it is a manifestation of the development and gradual rise of a persevering third world country such as ours. In reality, the economic and political reasons they give people may sound promising at first, like a haircut or look you’ve been eyeing for the longest time, and also praying for the courage to finally try out, but unlike a bad haircut that you can wallow in regret about for a bit, the damage of a bad decision such as passing the Reproductive Health Bill can be difficult to reverse. Many countries have pursued this familiar western model; developed countries such as Singapore, but none can deny the regret that can be observed while the few who are young take care of an ageing society. Population control was not the answer then, and it would not be now. We can keep taking the advice of outsiders who claim that are ways are traditional and an obstruction to our development, but they should not take for granted that it is our traditions that have kept more families together and brought about holistic adults to take care of not only ours, but even their economies (through our migrant workers).
As of today, my hair is limp and frizzy, looking nothing like its original, and it is a decision I regret two days after the haircut. Though I close my eyes tight and wish that it grows back faster, it is a futile attempt and I have to live with the consequences of my decision. Looking at something much bigger than a petty haircut such as the Reproductive Health Bill, I fear what the consequences might be. To me, it looks like a downward spiral of doom with immorality, promiscuity and adultery at play; when people become slaves to their desires and get lost in the dark with no one to blame for the decision they either made or let others make for them. Just as I believe no one deserves a bad haircut, I think no one deserves to be deprived of the opportunity to live and love life.