“There is always some madness in love. ..."I draw the curtain of each day open with a silent but inspired prayer to God. The bathroom has been a favourite spot for my inspired prayers, as I sat on the toilet seat; the first thing that comes to mind is the faithfulness of the Creator of Eternity, the one who holds the key to the gate of Life and Death. He is the reason I am alive today.
Today is one of the days of
sober reflection; I thought of my teenage experiences, the innocence, beauty
and inexperience that characterize youthfulness. I thought of my most happy
moments during those years of naivety, I thought of my witty and adventurous
moments; the first time I fell in love and end up giving my first love kiss to
a stranger. It felt good at first and I smiled all night and rolled on the bed
like a guinea pig. That's what you feel when you are very young and inexperienced*smiles*.
I took my thoughts further
like someone trying to fix what he or she is not sure about but obliged to fix.
I thought of my nice boyfriend who couldn't bear the inconsistency in the
country, whose only means of escape was exchange of self for a non- natural
love marriage which guarantees a passport to live abroad. Fair we thought and
still think. How I miss him, he was my first love; my one true ally and partner
in love-crime.
Whatever anyone thinks of him; he has escaped the
consuming heat of an unplanned childhood and teen abandonment by extended
family to care for himself in a desperately livid jungle of Africa’s staggering
giant to a place of a second class citizen but sure abode of sustenance if you
denounce laziness and embrace the path of hard work. His power of choice was decided by a twist of
fate. Maybe, this is how Olódùmarè has chosen to favour him and grant him solace through
the grey desires of the daughter of Eve. Don’t think too hard, it is a fair
deal.
Then, the sweet thoughts of
motherhood flood my heart. Sweet mother! The keeper, bearer, and perpetrator of
the Gate of Life, the world hails thee! Mother is Golden! Mother's love is
unquantifiable I also hail thee!
... Fathers! The world stands
amazed in awe of you. You are the reason we keep striving for excellence.
My country Nigeria, I hail
thee! The labours of our heroes past
shall never be in vain.
To the Holy Community of Worshippers, keep
walking in the love of the Father.
To all my wonderful friends,
past and present, near and far who believed in me; especially those who made me
a ferocious lover of books. I love you always.
To my wonderful Literature in
English Teacher who paved the way for the enigmatic educator that I am and will
continue to be. She made me read all the literature text in preparation to
teach the class.
Then I thought she was a lazy
teacher, who transferred her duties to an eager learner.
She was the hidden Seer, with
the rare gift of John the Baptist___ The Preparer of the Way.
In the present time, whenever
we meet she will parade me like a hard earned trophy, with that proud smile of-
I’m a proud teacher.’
And to me 'Discretion is the
better part of valour'...
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