I had my ears on the ground throughout the month of February but that’s not news. The news is that from personal experience and from what I gathered from other folks around, this month overtook January in being the toughest month of the year.

At a personal level, it is the month in which I on many occasions had to endure that embarrassing situation when you can’t make a call on your mobile phone because you borrowed some airtime from your service provider and must now repay it before you can even be allowed to jazz again.

And the problem with this borrowed airtime is that it does not come cheap, in that you actually have to incur a small service fee to facilitate the transaction. I have a strong suspicion that this service fee is designed to remind you, the mukiriya that this is business and that you should look for money more vigorously in the future so that you pay for your airtime on cash terms, which is the decent thing to do.

Borrowed airtime aside, the month of February also came with further stress in the name of St. Valentine’s Day. For starters, it’s a day – Valentine’s day, but to the best of my knowledge, most of the action usually happens at night, in the dark.

But my issues with this day stretch far beyond just the fact that it’s called a day – Valentine’s Day, yet a greater part of the action happens deep into the night.

Valentine’s is also that day when failed and frustrated and perennially up-and-coming musicians, not to mention the talentless ones who usually emerge from music talent search competitions now get gigs to mime love songs in hotel lobbies.

And for this year’s Valentine’s, all the above-mentioned category of singers were out in full force, doing what they do best –miming a love ballad that goes something like; All of me …loves all of you … The singer is John Legend, I think.