For some strange reason, I am having stomach issues. Anyway, that is beside the point, lots of water ought to do the trick. I thought that maybe announcing that would make you read this post with a certain attitude. Moving on…
So I have realised that the fuel that works best for me to post a blog is emotion. Any sort of emotion will send me hitting keys with all kinds of ideas and reactions.
Today for instance, I was not in a blogging mood. I have been procrastinating since the year started 3 days ago. Not good. Anyway, since it started, I have been thinking about changes. There are changes everywhere you look if you have been on earth long enough.
The particular change that caused me to write this post today was quite annoying on my part. Dad thinks it was disgusting (which made me laugh because I did not think that was the proper adjective for the situation). To cut the long story short, the entire family wakes up, all excited at the prospects of little Wambui beginning her primary education. She’s all dolled up in the pink uniform that I once wore over eight years ago, reminding me of those days that I was as enthusiastic about school as she is. Plus she looks like me in almost all aspects so, yeah, you get the picture.
For me to get up at 6 a.m. something really big must be happening, so you can imagine my disappointment when we get to Kidfarmaco Primary School (the best public primary school south of Sahara. I just had to do that, I owe a lot to that little establishment.) Apparently, the little class one pupils are not supposed to show up until tomorrow. (A million angry thoughts infest my head as I think of the stinging cold that is biting my slim body. This is why I need a thicker subcutaneous layer.)
Wambui is now seated next to me, drawing some cute drawings she loves of everyone in the family and I can’t help but think of how beautiful it is to be a kid. While I am here ranting and raving on why the school changed tradition and did not communicate, Wambui has no worry because she knows she will be in school tomorrow.
I used to think like her once. No complications, just my little world. In fact, I seriously thought that the world revolved around me, like some movie I watched some years ago by Jim Carrey, The Truman Show. I thought people did what they did because I was around and that things came to a standstill when I left a particular place. Silly, right? That is change.
This morning 2012 has handed me the first change. What else does it have in store? Plenty more I should think.
Change could be rather uncalled for. It could also be inevitable like where I think more like an adult more and more every day. Either way, change has to happen for any meaningful progress to be recorded. Let me stop there for now lest I bore you and myself in the process.
1st Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.