The age of the Lady is going up day by day while her body structure remains that of a child. She is said to be mature, but we can see nothing on her body to really justify that; no sign of puberty exists in her. She was born long ago–even before my birth–but still walking barefooted. I have been seeing her that way right from my tender age. So her guardians organize costly parties to celebrate her birthday annually, oftentimes forgetting to get her a remedy, either traditional, modern or both, to her relapsing illness that has been hindering her growth to becoming like the rest of the Ladies around the globe. Not that they should not celebrate her birthday at all, but they should not make it so exorbitant where a lot of resources will disappear. The resources wasted on the event will not bring health to her; better if spent to treat and get her out of the ill-health she has been suffering from. It, so much, worries me whenever September is pregnant because soon October is born. T...