I had an awesome day (21/09/2013).
Griiinnnnggg! my phone rang. Mum was calling. At the end of the call, I realised I had not made any concrete plans for the weekend. Mum had asked what my Saturday was going to be like and i replied saying I needed to get my clothes from Azubuike's place. She needed someone to drop off her kids at the Foursquare Gospel church at Yaba, the headquarters' of the organization.
'Let's talk about it together at home' came my reply.
The only reason I'm writing this here is that I had this feeling of something gone as I sit at the car park of our church at Igbosere. Some one hour ago, i prayed with the kids and told them to go home. It's a feeling of emptiness. Not that I feel bored. It just that they bugged me all the way, disturbed me like I've never been disturbed. Was it the time when I wanted to share the Beloxxi biscuits and the la' Casera drink? They would say give me now, No later, over and over again. Was it at the filling station? 'I want to use the toilet' I heard. Nine of them. A boy, Destiny and eight girls, Jumai, Taiwo, Kehinde, Opemipo, Opeyemi, Abbey, Leah....was it about who was going to seat at the front with me in the Toyota Sienna? the struggle. Was it the times three of them were pulled out of the mass children choir for not having the black berets and I had to go talk to the coordinator, Pastor Udoh. Man, their cries and their reluctance to continue when I told them they will have to stay at the back of the choir, they instead desired to go back into the Sienna. 'No!'.
Was It the whole time they commanded me to put the air-conditioner on each time I turned off the ignition and out it back on. Was it the time I spoke my tooshed-up Yoruba to them? Yikes! Maybe I shouldn't have done that.
Was it the time they had to go from the ground chapel to the main auditorium and the group President Abbey was told not to enter because She had no beret at all and I had to look for her. I was helping a beautiful lady carry her children's(church kids, She happens to be a coordinator) and mind you, It was just an act of chivalry (I'll always love the Kittan!). I couldn't help pass by her having seen the pure water bag. The act was cut short by Abbey. I saw her going down the stairs. 'Wait there! my mind registered. She is my reason for being here'. I had to say a sorry and hand over the bag before going in search for her. After turning around the stair section of the church, I found her looking down, sadness on her face. I wondered how it was for me when I was a kid. To think of it that Someone said 'go back' and you'll cry. Hmmm...time has flown.
You know time really has gone. I'm no more the cadet I used to be. I'm a youth now. The glass windows helped me realise that I've really grown. Sometimes we could be deceived when we look from our internal, thinking we are still the young people we used to be. A mirror outside our houses can tell us more truth than the ones in our houses.
Sitting here, having had the best day ever, having spent time with the most beautiful kids ever with the annoying characteristics they exhibit, I feel a longing for more of it, having them beside me, disturbing me and not letting me be. I loved the time out with them even though I didn't let them know outrightly. Now, I wish I had told them.
Well, Another time could be schemed out.
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