Tuesday 20 July 2010

Of Faucets and Sink holes



I stood staring blankly ahead of me, like one transfixed, lost in my own thoughts.

I like to clean, when I can afford the energy and time to do so. I like my things to be in order as much as possible. Yeah, I can be fussy about putting things in order when I'm in the mood. Guess 'little apple'-me didn't fall far from 'my tree'-mum, in that regard.

But there are some times when all I want to do is sit back, relax and just take in the scenery around me.

Such times as this moment, I do not particularly feel like cleaning and I wonder whatever I did to deserve the pile of dirty dishes hideously staring back at me. They appear like they would come together any moment, like some 'evil robot', jump out of the kitchen sink and give me the chase of my life, while shooting grease bubbles at me! (Sigh! There, my imagination running away with me again!).

I revel in such moments.

Rapturous moments in which I can allow my mind wander free, without the reins of duty, responsibility, task or the many issues that spring out from everyday living.

I revel in those 'Golden Moments' that never fail to point to me lessons from the simplest things in life.

As I stood there painstakingly reducing my mountain of dishes, one piece of greasy 'ceramic' after another, my wandering mind came to fix on the open faucet, soothingly splashing and sprinkling warm water on the dishes, making them clean and sparkle. And the sink hole that had nothing to offer, except to suck in whatever the faucet had to give.

The more the 'tap' sprayed and sprinkled, the more the sinkhole sucked and drained!

It didn't matter how much water the faucet sprayed and splashed and even gushed. The sinkhole always drained all.

Don't we meet people that are like faucets and sinkholes everyday?

Faucets:

'Faucets' always have something to give. Always filled with 'bubbly' life, they are that friend, parent, sibling, boss, sub-ordinate, co-worker, spouse, partner, teacher, neighbour that always seems to have a word of encouragement for you when the 'chips are down'. They always wear a smile, they still believe in you even when you make the silliest of mistakes. They comfort you when life hits you hard, they give you a shoulder when you cry. They push you on to reach your goals and live your dreams. They are the little bit of sunshine that shows up on your 'rainy day', people you can lean on. They are the people you can dare to trust with your darkest secrets and weaknesses without the fear of being judged.

History is littered with such people who have given without reservation, some up to the point of paying the ultimate sacrifice.

They make life beautiful.

Sinkholes:

'Sinkholes' consistently take everything that other people have to give or offer, they rarely have anything of substance to offer in return. And they never tire to ask for more!

My message?

Apply yourself to life. Give whatever you hold that could make a difference in someone else's life. It doesn't matter the magnitude of what it is, material or immaterial. A little touch goes a long way. Start from a smile. Work it up, from information, through trust, all the way to love.

Give without reservation, give to the society, give to your generation.

Olusola Olaoluwakitan.

P.S Californian girl, this one's for you. You're one of the 'sprinkliest' faucets I've met in recent times. So glad our paths crossed.

Friday 21 May 2010

A Simple Note to You

Imagine a dawn without the sun
Imagine the night sky without the moon
Imagine the firmaments without those brilliant stars

Trees without flowers,
The soil without rain,
Birds without their chirpy songs and brilliant plummage
Rivers without water...

The world without you.

Imagine my world without you.

Thank you for being a part of my world.

Life is beautiful and so are you.

Olusola Olaoluwakitan.

Thursday 20 May 2010

My Curtina Shoes

I always had a beautiful pair
Mum always made sure
If they ever got worn out at the end of any school term
They always appeared high on the shopping list for the next one
No school day was complete without a pair
Rugged, Reliable, Comfortable
My Curtina Shoes were
It was grand to say: 'Back to school with Curtina!'

The days that I wore my beloved Curtina Shoes
Those were the days of my formation
Those were the days I had not a care in this world
Those were the days of Innocence
Those were the days of my Childhood

Today, Many years down the line, I reminisce
I look back and I remember
When my worries consisted of how to carry my full lunch box and my back pack
And how my favorite cartoon, 'Voltron' didn't start on time!
Or how my paper aeroplanes didn't fly in the direction I wanted them to
And the anxiety heightened by the longing to get yet another toy car on my birthday
And on the other hand how I wanted to be grown up and enjoy all that grown ups did
I couldn't wait to be grown up

I have long departed from my childhood
Many years I have put behind me
Each one taking away a little more of that dreamy childhood
Replacing with Adult life, its many complexities, responsibilities, anxieties and a clearer realization of life and living
Enter: 'The the underlying paradox'

When I was a child I longed to be grown up, now that I am of age, I desire the Innocence and freedom of Childhood.

I miss the days that I could play with reckless abandon
I miss the days that I could sleep without the thoughts of the next day
I miss the days that words like Politics, War, Climate Change, Recession, Redundancy, Discrimination, Deadlines, Budget, Expenses, Relationships,...( You're welcome to populate the list) and all such bore no meaning and held no place
I miss the days of my childhood
I miss my Curtina Shoes.

Olusola Olaoluwakitan.

Wednesday 3 March 2010

Warmth!

Yet again, got out and and was going my way
Pondering in my mind the events of the previous day
And how this new one would play
The cold wind biting, and threatening to make my clothes fray
I tell myself, 'Surely it must be warmer in May!'

As I sauntered along, my face splayed in grimace
Alas, I almost tripped on my undone shoe lace
Sigh, I did, and bent over to return it to its place
And as i made to get up, I encountered a blessing and miracle for our very human race
A warm burst of sunlight brushed my face!

And it changed everything

My heart raced with excitement
A wry smile spread across my face as I savoured the moment
And sweet memories and thoughts flooded my mind in a torrent
Basking in the sun's warmth as it came in currents

Hmm! I quipped, familiar feeling here!
One absolutely spell binding, like the one in the changed atmosphere
It was only a fraction of a moment before it was clear
The feeling that's had my heart in Cupid's snare

Slowly but surely, my mind wandered

Like the sun's bright light
Tha't how she makes me feel, day and night
Like the warmth of every golden ray
She makes my heart warm, the very same way

Now my day is filled with brightness
My heart beats her name with gladness
Wiping off the gloom, on my face, the sun sparked a smile
Same way she sparks up passion, deep and sure as the Nile

So I whisper to the sun
And in the same breath, to 'The One'

For the first, my body
For the other, my tender little heart

Please keep me warm!

Olusola Olaoluwakitan.