When I lived in the northern hemisphere,
in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected
the mild-tempered January, the heat of May
and the equanimity of September. As if their
ambience remained illustratively pervading
all through the year. Like a waterless rain of
love, and more significantly, a reign. Like
childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every
day. Mum had a sublime wisdom, Dad had a
magnanimous generosity, and I was born in a wild risky
birth where my twin sister was lost. I know she
sacrificed herself for me! I have no tears, but
petals crafted on an invisible epitaph that grew over
the years in gratitude. I wonder if she also
shared my divine secrets, that I carried with me
like a light-footed, light-burdened fool, with whom
the onus of all the bucks stopped! Mum and Dad,
you picked me out of death, so that I should serve
the greater purpose I had to serve. A resplendent
wisdom flourished in a child as obvious as it was
oblivious. And I am a fire of the original fire that
mitigated so much pain I had to bear. You know, sometimes,
noone knows the metal and wood you carry on your back
because they just don’t see them in your smile! Of course,
these were parables that Mum and Dad ghost-wrote in my
soul, in a legacy of exemplifying it for me. And I didn’t even learn,
those gifts just fell like a lexicon in my bibliography.
Like I could tell that my greatest jewels were in them! That,
there is so much simplicity in bravery and so much bravery is simple humility!
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