"I believe that when one is fully awakened to purpose, any lure of 'lazy slumber' is rarely tempting." Chioma Onwudiwe
Still singing:
".... Can you tell me how to get
How to get to _________ Street."
And behold, our heroine skips, howbeit awkwardly. Exiting stage right, humming and hopping to the merry tune. Curtain starts to drop but gets caught in an electric chord, that knocks over the amplifier that..... This is the stuff fairy tales are made of. Scratch that! This is the stuff that could lead to foot amputation. Stomping on an already disgruntled anatomical part. Please stop! Alas, she is engrossed in the rhythmic flow of 'phalangeal' pain and does not hear our advice. Ouch!! Curtain falls over the audience, blanketing their threatening cries of a lawsuit. Heroine aptly dissappears. Who dunnit?
But you could not tell me, could you? How to get to my item street location I mean. Not to worry, neither could every cab driver that stopped for me that day. Yep, they did stop for me even without being hailed down. That too was a miracle. Considering the days I had to stretch out my hands so far and so long, that the city tansit bus stopped instead. Out of pity for me, they did. I was on a roll at the moment. Heaven like plymouth rock had landed on me. Angels were my publicists and I was trending on the galaxial side-walk. Therefore, I was determined to make the most of it. My parade was in full swing, the band was playing and John the Baptist was handing me a jar of honey as he yelled at me. And so, here was my dance of joy or should we call it a skip of jubilant proclaimation. Declaring that I was going nowhere fast and getting there no time soon. Let's attribute this current situation, to the fact that I had already callously abused my only faithful mode of transportation. My very lovely feet.
But an amazing spectacle it was indeed, because every onlooker (including my wonderful, new and concerned friends) were convinced that I was a nut case best left alone. An entertaining one nonetheless, and my groove was not to be interrupted. But leave me alone they adamantly would not. Sigh, I should have brought a collection bucket with me. The staring ticket sales would have been of the charts. They stopped, smiled, waved and took selfies. Activities which I permitted, while that feeling of euphoria lasted. It could not last for long of course, because I reserve the right to swing my mood pendulum. Meanwhile, I had unintentionally created a mini-melting-pot in my vicinity. As would be expected with such random chaos, two fights almost erupted. One of which I gallantly broke up by wedging my left foot between them and snarling simultaneously. Poor overused feet. Some of us do stir up drama without even trying. Yes, there is always controversy brewing and covens vibrating while we sleep. And its all good!
When my temperate and happy-enzymes tilted to the opposite side of the equator, I shooed them star-gazers all away. Not that they complied, but I was exhausted and needed a nap. Having been in a spell induced deep trance for most of my life. I was beginning to think that a state of slumber might just solve everything. Not that I was getting enough shut-eye these days. It might be I thought, that in a sub-conscious state. I would not have to worry about what I was unaware of. You know that 'ignorance is bliss' mantra. Wrong. I was wide awake and acutely aware. And yes my toes were buzzing and lamenting the language of pain. But there would be no going back now, nor giving up my journey. I had already come this far by grace. Yes I had been held back, delayed, denied, stalled, robbed, impeeded and left for dead. But dead I was not and wide awake I definitely was. I could still pick-up from where I was knocked off, to finish a race that had only my foot prints on it. Prints that were established before the sun emitted its first scorching rays. Please do not get me started. (Smiley).
I would keep on the path set for me. A road that destiny locked and secured as my eyeballs rolled beneath fluttering and drowsy lids. A road that was tendered and preserved as I was subdued under sedative and wicked influence. I must finish what was started when I broke through that liquid encased balloon, way before my expected time. Running from who knows what? In a quest to avoid the fate of my siblings before me maybe. I must get to my destination, though broken and bruised. I must finish my race, I must complete this adventure. I resolved to no longer be in a state of slumber as the world passed me by. I discarded the mental sleeping sheets and the temptation of a nap trap. Then I picked up the scrap of paper, where I had written my first attempt at this injury encumbered trip. The best place to start was always from the beginning. So of to avenue A, I headed out again.
See you next week, as we finally uncover the destination (if at all any). And which lovely participant's truthful direction, got me there. Peace.
Bonus paragraph: THE RANT REVIEW
To that wispy and whiny woman that walked her miserable self by during the exhilarating episode. Then proceeded to put a damper on our joy fest. She then said there was no need to be dramatic in broad daylight. Ma'am I am drama. It is what I know (amongst other things), it is what I do. I will do it in the morning, afternoon and at night. Feel free to crown me on that. I know you are of the breed that must cling to the 1% flaw as you ignore the 99% flawless. So do take several seats. Actually that is kind and over-played. Take a three-legged stool with two of the legs dangling and prop yourself on the edge of the curb.TM (Chioma Onwudiwe). Then try sending for me. As for calling me a mad angry woman. Ya must have read the diary, no? Well I took it up a notch. I am crazeee, and I am still a lady! And my memoirs? You cannot handle the breakdown. Thank you for hearing this rant. And I will depart with another dramatic dance. So bite me!'
Culled from 'Memoirs of a crazy African lady' by Chioma Onwudiwe
"If you call am woman
African woman no go 'gree
She go say, she go say, "I be lady, oh"