. But my focus is not on that; no.
Recalling memories, when you look out the window, as your bum gets flatter as it is squished by the unyielding hardness of naija buses; when your life plays out before you in slow motion: the girls you might have run things with but you did not because of one thing or the other. The stuff you bought but you should not have, mistakes made that hindsight calls unnecessary. You start to weigh your life against your friends and wonder at some seeming disparities even though you had the same opportunities.
I have been there; wallowed in those moments with nostalgia and the opposite. I have wondered what life would have turned out to be if I didnt make certain choices and walk certain paths; if I had seized certain opportunities and invested my time in certain ventures. All thanks to Lagos traffic.
Yoruba will say, ma wo ago alago sise meaning that everyone has a different time to bloom. Even though the rose, the hibiscus and the daffodils are all nurtured by the same earth and fed with the same rain, they open at different seasons. That same rain that falls on sugarcane also drops on the bitter leaf yet the tastes are dissimilar.
This is for someone out there, wondering why your life has taken a different turn from the plans you had, from the dreams you envisioned. I say keep putting down roots in the place where you find yourself now; keep developing your attributes, your skills even when it seems that no one appreciates or even sees your worth. When a grain of maize is buried by earth, no one knows what happens till after the showers, you see a leaf push out. And as the seasons turn, that grain becomes a full ear of corn.
My bus don dey waka again so the time for introspection is temporarily over. No one will believe in your dream if you cannot believe in it yourself. So, till we jam for the next hold up, keep moving, no shaking, just dey waka till you reach the summit.
@NiranNoni
@ostheblog
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