The situation just gets better and better. I mean after two long/ short days of lounging on the souls of dear rams (sallah), basking in the sun and drinking all sorts of toxins, one would think that upon resumption to the office, we would have to take off from where we stopped and get to down to the reason why we are being paid (work). Unfortunately, you see that is not the case here.
It is considerably hard that I have not being paid and have being coming to work for the past two and a half months, burning fuel, embracing traffic and struggling with insomniac, I’ll like to think all these for now are a bit excusable, considering the fact that a night before I had a wrestling match that left my right shoulder ball socket hurting, my beau walking out on me and generator consuming my fuel. So I’m out of the house by 4.45am, driving with my left arm, and pondering on how my brother manages to always consume my fuel…
All that aside, the painful part now is that I get to the office, glad at least that I get to wrap up on a few deliverables only to find out that the diesel in the generator is going to last for just two hours, PHCN has being faulty for the past three weeks and it was not deemed fit by the administration to either find an alternative means or better still tell staff to work from home. So… I have burnt the little fuel I have, managed to drive with one arm, being cheated of sleep, didn’t have a chance to paste my todo list on the fridge and here I am, can’t charge my phone, no water, no internet, sweating like a pig without a thought to if there will be any work done today.
Anyways what did I expect, I live in a disorganised country, with disorganised leaders, establishing disorganised states for disorganised people, developing disorganised policies for running disorganised corporate entities and I’m expecting a miracle *eyes rolling* NOT! This is just as it should be, if they had gotten things right, I would have being sure the world would be raptured today…
Yes it is a none fact that they could be stubborn, rude, nagging, provoking and what have you, yet! They are the vessel by which we multiply and fill the earth, YES! I’m talking about women.
Some few weeks ago I was privileged or otherwise unfortunate to have been present at a child bearing and trust me it was worse than a rollercoaster ride. I stood on the opposite of the delivery room watching through the transparent glass. Each time a wave of contraction hit her I cringed and I tried to pierce the looking glass with my chipped nails.
Probably I’m not giving a very good description of this. She was pretty well… That’s if you could see past the pain in her eyes, her furrowed brow, tear stained face and matted hair. She had a few drops of blood upon her lips from obviously biting on it, her ears all turned red from the strain of pushing, her hospital gown lifted in sheer abandon from all that tossing around. I could see her tonsils clearly with each scream that passed out of her mouth and you get to wonder if you did want to go through the same. Surrounding her were the doctors with the fake encouraging smiles and oozing out soothing comments that were obviously not even being heard.
Then it occurs to me that this same woman who is birthing in pain still faces the brutal markings of her husband, still tries to put the home in order, makes sure the meal is served, attend to the children, is belittled if the children do not fare well at their academics, still manages to go to work, prays for the entire family and does most of the crying. Its such a burden and yet carry a child for nine months while going through all sorts of hormonal and physical changes and the man still does not think all these are enough reasons to restrain himself from hurting the woman he claims to love.
Yet behind every successful man they say is a woman, always taking the back seat while her husband stands as a beacon to the world. She cowers at home waiting to be trampled upon and abused emotionally for not attending even to the slightest of details. They do forget that this punching bag of theirs actually represents their own mothers.
So back to the room and the writhing woman, hours have gone by and brows are being cooled, little by little after so much coaxing the miracle unravels itself and tenderly the pinkish dome shows its crown and she is encouraged to push further. “Unto us a child is born” and indeed it is so, the baby with a yelp gives its first sign of life by crying out loud and is cleaned and wrapped in soft clouds of clothing, I smile for through God this woman has created life.
I look up to see the mother and to my utmost surprise, she grins like a cheshire cat forgetting that just moments ago she was having a near death experience. I just might consider going through it afterall
Without you I am nothing, for with you I am everything. My body is dust and my soul and heart belongs to you. It is you that my eyes sets its sight upon, that my heart sees, feels and loves. You are my beginning and my end the one whose grace upon my life is manifest through the strength that grows within me.
You are the alcove in which I find my hiding place, you are the sanctuary in which my heart is true, you are the banner in which my family is safe. Above all else it is you that I love you, that I trust you, that I owe my life, you upon which the foundation of my life is based.
Without you I am but a wandering spirit, with you behind me my favors are bountiful and that is why I do not hestitate in death believing that my comfort lies with you. I do not love you less than you love me, for with each passing day my emotions for you grow stronger. You are my pillar, my wildcat, my passion, my love, my desire, my agony, my moondust, my firefly, my sundance and my valor.
My Lord, you are everything to me.
I have often times heard this catchy phrase “if its not baroque, don’t fix it” which others have interpreted into “if its not broken, don’t fix it”
That is the winding tale that has gone on for months now and my absence in writing says it all. It just had to be fixed, but the issue now is who is being fixed? And who believes the other is the fixer?.
Funny that such a simple logical reasoning has become complicated. How is it possible for the unmended to mend another, it defies reasoning, but here we are like two broken halfs of a heart joint together to make one whole one. That’s the only sense I can make of it. A bond whose connections cannot be aptly defined.
Its gotten as bad as the word and even the actions of LOVE are not enough to describe this feeling. A sense of peace being like a river just comes to mind, that beautiful flow that has being orchestrated by the Almighty One!
Dancing under the rain, laughing my heart out, holding onto those hands, smiling like a banshee, swimming at the shores of Fiji’s turtle island, the taste of ambrosia, the feel of melting chocolate, the soothing effects of aloe, the downpour of Niagara Falls, the sighting of dolphins, the fast and slow racing of my heart, the serenity of your presence, not even the sounds of angelic trumpeting can describe how much I love you and how I will be forever grateful to my Big Daddy for fixing us both.
Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
She finds wool and flax and busily spins it. She is like a merchant’s ship, bringing her food from afar. She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day’s work for her servant girls.
She goes to inspect a field and buys it; with her earnings she plants a vineyard. She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She makes sure her dealings are profitable; her lamp burns late into the night.
Her hands are busy…. She extends a helping hand to the poor and opens her arms to the needy. She has no fear of winter for her household, for everyone has warm clothes….
Her husband is well-known at the city gates, where he sits with the other civic leaders….
She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness.
Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her….
Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise
Proverbs 31 vs. 10 – 31
I want to share a little philosophy on love, you see love at first is summer time, and that’s when you think that everything is fine, no one ever thinks its gonna end, but when things go wrong, that’s when winter comes, you will need to run to someone, because if left alone, one will just freeze up again, and you know that when it gets to cold and you are alone and closed up there won’t be anyone to melt that snow. There is no point screaming or yelling at someone for what he/she might have done or neither should you clamp up because that could lead to a lot of suppression and might cause something worse, instead my dear readers give in to someone who is trying his/her possible best to help you melt that snow, so that you realise that the hurt of love is not the end of the world but a time for you to grow and make life better than it was before, because without love we can’t have a soul, a heart or even be called human, we were made to love and be loved in return and not in an unrequited or pinning way………….