Another of those quotes I got whilst reading an interesting book Inheritance
25th Sept’s assignment: write a post that builds on one of the comments you left yesterday. Don’t forget to link to the other blog!
It seemed a rather difficult decision choosing which blog to use on this assignment, so I decided to use both. “Two for the price of one” they say.
Why did I do that? Since you asked, I will oblige you.
You see, they are different yet similar in a way. One talks about being honest and the other about having a Mask on. I’ve always been intrigued by the Mask wink not because I have something to hide, or maybe I do…but it’s a fascinating item to own literally. In his article ‘The problem with our masks’, debooWORKS was referring to our acceptance of something we should fight or revolt against. Say-it-like-it-is kind of thing and that links my second blog story. Here luciledegodoy takes us through the journey of friendship and how truths are or should be told.
On these, I hinge my thoughts. Much as I refer to myself as one who derives pleasure in saying truths and telling it as it is, those who really know me know that rather than tell a lie, I am silent. That way they get their answers. 🙂 But thinking about it, does that exonerate me from the crime associated with my silence? We are told that ‘Silence means consent’…have I consented to their misbehaviour? Like debooWORKS surmised “it is almost impossible to be honest all the time, but we must strive for this all the time”.
Going through luciledegodoy’s comments and replies, I deduced (and I’m of this school of thought too) that I’d rather let you know my thoughts on what is going on, but I’m somewhat careful about the delivery and timing (sometimes)…sometimes I say it when it happens because after that time, it will lose the effect. I equally try to weigh the aura and your mood before I continue.
However, there are things that need to be addressed instantly. So I ask, how do you tell a friend she has Halitosis or body odour? When is the right time? If not now?
I haven’t been able to do the Halitosis frankness yet (I’m not sure how it will be received or how to go about it…except if it’s a family person). But for the body odour, I usually would ask if you repeated a shirt or top or if your deodorant is finished…and yes they appreciate it. Maybe because I don’t shout it across the room, but use the right tone and show genuine concern which is necessary too. Other times, you ask and then assist the person with funds to get it.
…what’s your take on it?
Imani Naomi is 6 years today and like I promised her, these are a review of what the last year has been.
My dearest Booboo girly girly,
Our year has been filled with many activities, right now I can’t remember some but what stands out amongst them is that you started out your school term not confident about your school work. Most times, you returned with your notes half-written or someone else’s writing because the teacher had someone help you with them as your writings were too BIG or somewhat incomprehensible.
Right now that seems like ages ago but it’s not true. Together we have gotten the almost perfect writing and you now understand the rules of writing within borders. The excitement you showed when you told me months back “Mummy, I was the first to finish my notes today and there was no mistake” is not to be exchanged. Then I was reminded, that this is the beginning of your unveiling…I never imagined it would be this awesome.
Graduation day and I arrived a bit late due to traffic, only to be told you had just finished your speech. The same speech we had been rehearsing daily at home (with the right diction and gestures. LOL. Madam diction) and it broke my heart 😦 . Though I had to hurry back to work, I got wind of some good plot for you from your teacher Mrs. John.
You won ‘BEST IN LITERACY’ and took 2nd in overall position. I’m truly awed that God has chosen to put a smile on our face in such a way. I’m looking forward to the books you will write, outstanding pictures you will capture – my growing model amongst others. You have been trying to get me agree to go for the Maltina Dance All and my famous response “I can’t dance, Aunty Udy, Daddy, you and Earl will go, and I cheer from the house”. But you will have none of that.
Last night you came with your usual complaint about not wanting to sleep early and met me praying, that stopped you and then you noticed the tears. “Don’t cry mummy” you whispered, as you wiped them away and sat quietly there. I prayed for you concerning your birthday…guess what, you prayed for me too and the children in the environment that couldn’t speak good English and didn’t have where to stay.
Your love for the less privileged is overwhelming…whenever I need to give something out and I ask you for a dress, you give me 2 more. I could never ask for a better daughter that loves deeply (more than I do perhaps). So today, I’m reminding you that I love you to the ends of the earth beyond and to eternity.
P/S: You broke your ‘girl in a ball’ decorative item. I should have known you had done something wrong from the door as you had that look of ‘guilt’ on your face but I was too tired to comment. Thank you for coming back to me to apologize about it (after your tears and all). One of the many more reasons I love you!
It’s a really cold morning, rather than pull the duvet over my shoulders and get heated up, I reach out across the bed and he is nowhere to be found. Last night, while I sat watching current events unfold as relayed by the newscaster, he walked in and wondered why I sat quietly almost looking sad.
“What is wrong?”
“So why are you seated that way, with hand under your jaw?”
“I’m fine”, I retorted wincing from the pain I had around my jawline. The toothache was driving me crazy. And why is he ignorant about my pain, when he knew about it all along, I sighed.
“Come, and see something” he said, leading me. There she was, the other “Woman!” Looking all new as if she had just returned from Harrods or some expensive shop in Paris. Glittering. Her eyes were really made up and sparkling, lips looking luscious, no cracks…she had some cracks before now – apparently he had her fixed up.
“Nice” I said as I turned back into the house.
This morning (again), before it was 5:00am, he was already beside her, making sure she slept well; had enough water to drink to assuage her thirst. One would think, she had been singing at the Orchestra all night! I pretended not to notice he was gone and for so long too. But I could hear her respond to all his touches…though some sounded like she was a bit ill. Well, that’s his business.
I’m totally upset… but hey, what can I do? He has chosen her over me today and sometimes it feels like always. But I’m not taking this lying down. “Enjoy him while you can baby, because after he is done taking care of you, he returns to me.” I gloated
And what is it with men and their cars?!!!! Someone tell me how you handled yours.
© 2014 Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved.
People read books for different reasons…some just watch movies! I try to get into the mind of the writer and imagine what they wanted us to grasp. Sometimes I enjoy what I find, other times I’m scared and thrilled at the same time. On one of such readings, I have encountered quotes that mean more than just words and this is one of them.
Life isn’t static
It’s constantly in motion
Sometimes we find ourselves caught up
In currents and carried along
Where we don’t want to go
Then we find out later
That God’s hand was in it all along