Happy Wednesday, all nice and decent people! I wonder if unnu know that this is my favourite weekday?

Yeah, peeps. I love Wednesdays, of course, because this is the day when I get to share my crazy thoughts with you.

I also love Wednesdays because I like to pretend that the five-day workweek is a big hand, and I'm sticking up Wednesday at the people who annoy me.

So, here we are, on another Wednesday in February, the month with something for everybody.

Hopefully, you're enjoying some aspect of it! February is celebrated as Reggae Month in Jamaica, and it's also the month when the Grammy's take worldwide focus.

For many Jamaicans, that means this is the month for them to religiously repeat the rehearsed and tired complaint about the fact that the Grammy award for the reggae category is not presented during the globally watched televised segment of the show. Yow, get over it!

This is also the month when some Jamaicans celebrate the legacy of Bob Marley with words of adoration through one side of their mouth, while out of the other side, they belch out bitterness about the fact that a Marley offspring has won the award, again!

As one friend of mine commented, the detractors seem to forget that the Marley clan consistently produce unquestionably, high-quality work, and that the people who vote for the awards are actually musicians. But, bad mind is a hell of a thing, eh?

February is also celebrated (mainly in America, which tends to mean all over the world) as Black History Month.

As it happens every year, there are some people, (black people especially) who are still passionately debating and challenging the relevance of celebrating Black History.

My contribution to that conversation is simply to remind them that one is not likely to hear a Jewish person questioning the relevance of remembering the holocaust.

I'm only sorry that Black History only happens in one deggeh-deggeh month, for some people; and that happens the shortest (and coldest) month of the year.

Oh, and this is also the month when Valentine's Day comes around. Nice! So this is the season when many of us happily genuflect at the altar of commercialism and indulge in the insincerity of tokenism under the pretence of celebrating love and romance. Some men who were just about to crawl out of the financial hole they dug themselves into - with excessive Christmas overspending - will start digging themselves in a little deeper, as they decide which woman to send the cheap flowers to, which to treat to an expensive lunch, and which one to take for a romantic dinner.

We all know that, for most people, a 'romantic dinner', invariably, translates to 'bed'.

Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the 40-day period of Lent, also falls in February this year. This is the time when Christian-minded people memorialise the suffering of Jesus, leading up to his crucifixion, by voluntarily abstaining from some form of pleasurable indulgence, as a symbolic gesture of faith.

So, many folks will be getting righteous and religious with proclamations about what they intend to give up for the period. What about you? What do you plan to give up? Me, I intend to abstain from abstinence!

Yeah, pray for my soul, and box-mi-back@hotmail.com