There’s always a deadline to meet if you are in the buzz of the world… Whether you are like my new friend, Izza, who is a software Engineer but bookaholic; Dike Chukwumerije who dazzles with poetry while maintaining a family and having a regular job; Jite Efemuaye, writing a million pieces and still looking for time to have fun or even Chuma Nwokolo, crazy writer, advocate, Nigerian patriot, publisher, entrepreneur, cook etc etc… Yes, add me at the bottom of busy people. And there are a million others we can add – including you, I guess.
Now, life has made us to become really fast and we allow the times fly, and the present glides into the past. We sigh, sometimes we cry wondering where all the moments disappeared to. Then comes the usual expression some know: it’s a lie.
For the past few days, I have had a million deadlines, an important proposal to write, pro bono work to look at, things to catch up with [all these are the story of my life]… and all. Somehow, the weekend brought a different plan I didn’t bargain with. I had friends come around including my cousin, Anselm Ngutsav, with whom we rock the Makurdi literary scene *dancingLiteraryAzonto* ;). We did some small work and after that, took a very loooooong walk. I visited my aunt [didn’t see her though], laughed with my cousins and sneaked to church. I couldn’t stay too long because the night had eaten too much of itself. I took a longer walk home from the Cathedral. I dropped dead to bed soon as I was in.
Next day, morning clean up and I went to do my Easter duties. I had a profound experience and I even got inspiration to write a story, there in church! Too bad I didn’t have paper. I had to collect tithe envelope and tear off a bit – eh, oh well, a writer has got to do what a writer has to do, write? Hee hee hee. Had a friend go to church and we nearly missed each other there… Yeah, the talented writer, Sibbyl Whyte. We probably would have gone to check someone or found an Easter buddy but I had heard my aunt wasn’t feeling well and hadn’t gone to mass. Now, you should know my aunt has been nicknamed ‘Revd. Sister’ by her children. So, for her to even miss mass, and not just one Sunday but twice… I had to break every appointment, apologised to Sibbyl and got to my aunt’s house. Saw the family and a myriad of my cousins who stay with her. She would be totally fine soon, she told me sweetly, as we exchanged notes on mass. She was watching hers on EWTN. When I told her it was a Professor who had preached and it was really cool, she had this look on her face of ‘Chai! I have missed a really cool thing!’ Trust me to rub it in by giving her sensational gist of all the man said… Well, not sensational in the sense of adding curry but just simply giving the details in full plus demonstration 😉
Long story short, I tried visiting some other people including my secretary of the Association of Nigerian Authors (Benue Chapter) but no show. Got home and watched two movies with my high school seniors who were around…and you can imagine the loads of gist! We were talking about film tricks We ate some good rice, though I skipped the lovely chicken. Taking a break…
Well, there was a long evening again and eventually I had another looooong walk…
Summary, I came home far more bushed than ever! I had to put on my generator and I tried to write but ah! Even Super Man had his bad days. Madam Cutie called and yup, it took grace to talk. Eventually, I was off and the dreams came putting me on a board that I used to surf the night to day, despite waking a million times.
In all, I began to worry that I hadn’t done much… You know, deadlines left and etc etc… But I thought to myself, why beat yourself up? Sometimes, it is cool to let your hair fly abi? Even when it is baby afro you are keeping like me 🙂 Let the bear-bear (beards) be… and just snooze long, even if you wake up and the work bug bugs you. And now, I am trying to keep up with people making calls, texting and all. (Somehow the writing is not coming as if I am paying for the overwork of the weekend! But oh well, another overwork starts today…and has started 🙂 ) Every holiday is a time to have a, well, you guessed it, holiday.
We live once, and our lives should not only inspire people by our achievements but also by the warmth of ourselves.
So, even if you are busy as all those early people I mentioned including people like my sister, Hembadoon Itakpe – most dedicated mother ever-liveth, you can do nothing sometimes, and not feel guilty about it. Why I wrote all of this? To make me remember. Why you read? I don’t know. But still, thanks.
Happy Easter and may the grace of the heavens fall sweetly on your face even as you go from place to place. Cheers.