CAN WE?
Takes a deep breath, opens a new page…cancels angrily…opens
yet another page…C’mon! You can do this…! Ever felt that way? I can see you
nodding your head and smiling *Hope so*
Wow! It’s really been a while I did this compared to the days
when writing short stories and pouring out my ramblings was an addiction. I
just can’t help but thank Funke aka my darling Funksy *That’s what I call her* for giving me this opportunity to feature
in her blog *Climbs the stage and takes a
humble bow*.
Okay so before I drift away, lemme pour out share an
experience I had as a child. *Playing the rewind button on my old stereo SONY
TV. I remember my very first BFF {Best Friend Forever} when I was in primary
school. We were so close that we could giggle secrets away, play and dance like
we really don’t care we were girls soon to be ladies, always together during
and after school hours, quarrelling at times and day-dreaming of so many things
that I giggle at the thought of it now!
Jumoke, is a sweet friend I could ever ask for; moments when I
was representing the school in the relay race and felt so tired after
exercises, she’ll run to meet me at the starting line and pour some glucose in
my hand. Just as I finish running, no matter the position *Not to worry, I wasn’t the last but there’s really nothing in being
the last*, she was always at the finishing line to shout my name and dance
round me. Real friends will always be friends! Innit?
On a fateful day while we were walking to her house after
playing, she had a terrible fall *I
really can’t describe it* and burst out crying…I ran all the way, up her
stairs shouting for her mum who ran out and followed me back to where Jumoke
was. By the time we got there, her neighbours had gotten to the scene and
picked her up. She was taken to the clinic immediately and treated but while
leaving we noticed her feet began to stumble as she lost her balance and fell slightly
to the ground. She tried getting up again and her feet were shaking.
Sadly, she was admitted and had to undergo serious
physiotherapy sessions for a month. During that month, school days were boring
without her as I always tried visiting every now and then, crack jokes and
tease her as well.
Sometimes, she looked unhappy till one day my mum and I went
to visit and I created a make-shift Barbie house *That was one of our favourites* in her hospital room. We watched
her try to walk to the doll house but she stumbled twice, sweating and frustrated
as she screamed.
JUMOKE: I can’t even play! I can’t even walk but I
must walk again with this tiny feet.
Her mum and mine looked at each other as I ran to her and
said:
ME: Yes! We are gonna walk again and play with
our Barbie doll just as we used to
She hugged me, grabbed my hands for support, took a look at
the doll house and walked with every strength in her till she reached and
grabbed one of the dolls and she giggled while we all clapped and laughed.
Three months later, she was back to her cheerful self but with
a slight limp which she has turned to a hip catwalk style now. That was the ‘NEVER GIVE UP SPIRIT’ of a nine year
old girl, my BFF.
We all have those moments in life when we feel the world is
against us or things don’t seem to be going right, or the way we planned it, that
even the slightest incident makes us fall and become sad or depressed. Some of
us even try and try but we are still back to the same spot BUT it’s not
E-N-O-U-G-H reason for us to give up.
If a nine year old can’t give up, who are you to? What you
want may not happen immediately but surely it will yield positive results if we
believe in our abilities and put all the best we can into it. Don’t EVER GIVE
UP! No matter how tough it may be. Like I always say “Falling down is part of
life, GETTING BACK UP is LIVING!”
That’s true, before I forget…*Climbing my office table* here’s an early buffday shout out to my
Funksy darl. We must *pakurumo o* {Pardon
my razzness, who cares?} Muah!!!
Have a fab weekend y’all! *Flips hair and dances away*
