by K. Omodele @theabeng
Bless up this New Year, bredrin and sistrin!
Resolved- let’s all immerse weself in Life’s moments. Let’s notice beautiful, even intricate things like “the color purple in a field before we piss God off.” See, some of we go wheelin’ through stretches of life at a million miles an hour, tryin’ to make up for wrong-way turns and dashed-way time. But lost time is a thing we can never reclaim, no matter how we try.
Wait! You don’t do that? So, it’s only me, one, then? Alright…
Sometimes I just have to remind myself to brace and be still within an experience. Live it, breathe it, touch it, taste it, take it in, live within it. And when I do, I wind up creating meaningful-life memories I’ll draw up one day like a bucket from a well of knowledge and wisdom.
Like nappies,* for instance. I’m my mother’s first son, and child, and I was seven going on eight years old when my little brother came along. By then I was constantly revving to get out the house and go liming** with my ragamuffin friends, them. One day Ma drew down my gears long enough to show me how to fold my brother’s diaper (because they were square pieces of cloth then, no pampers), put it on and pin it up before I jammed back into gear again and screeched tires out the door. Over the years I changed his and my sister’s nappies a few times.
A few years ago, I was zipping through another patch of life again and made a pitstop with the fiance over my littlest sister’s home to visit my then new-brand nephew. After a couple hugs and two talks, Lil Sis asked me to change Nevvy’s dirty diaper; but, she was grinning with my girl like it was some sort of challenge; like it some type a daunting mission like she wanted me to go invade Iraq or something so. Silly rabbits…
I un-taped is pamper; wiped, raised him by his tiny ankles, wiped again; discarded wipe; laid new pamper and discarded old; powdered and covered him then taped pampers up- straight, like that. The two of them looked on, amazed. The fiance had whipped out her camera phone, muttering, “Yep, good baby-daddy material right here,” under her breath but the video captured her. Please, I am a King!
Don’t know why they looked so shocked; I didn’t even have to fold and pin.
#creatingmoments
*diapers
**Liming/lime – hanging out, to hang out
