Reflections From Life #12

Spring. Summer. Autum. Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. Spring…

No situation in life is permanent. No circumstance lasts forever. Life is transient and so does the seasons of life. Pain is but for a time and so does joy. Disappointments are not everlasting and so does failure. Rather than dwell in the transient impermanent seasons of my life, make the best of whatever you face. Learn from it and add to your wealth of experience. It will soon be over and another season is fast approaching.

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The Writer and His Thoughts

As much as you love writing like do, as much as you love playing with words like I do, there comes a time when you experience a dearth in imagination. Your mind goes blank and your creativity goes dead; you pick your pen or notepad but just stare in silence. Nothing seems to form coherency in your mind. It’s as if you are lost in the desert, wondering aimlessly without purpose. Or like an empty canoe on a vast sea water drifting here and there with the tides. You just can’t find the words to properly express yourself and your thoughts.

It’s easier to go to work and do this or that, drive there or meet with people. But for the writer, his work is in his mind. Unless it’s penned down, no work is done. Not only that, there’s the editing and readability factor. Writing is an art that relies heavily on the creativities and expressions of the mind. The state of the mind dictates the words on the paper. Some writers just pen down whatever comes to their mind which sometimes may not make sense. Others, think and analyse every word and structure till it makes perfect sense which could be another extreme. Different styles, different strokes, different schemes just like painting.

Anyway, in all honesty I ask- how do you get yourself into that “writing zone” when you can’t seem to find it?

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My African Experience

Yes, I’m an African, no need to bore you with the details
But when I think of chaos, my lovely country comes to mind.

Imagine this-
43°C hot scorching sun burning and bearing down on your skin,
Leaving you clammy, soaked and almost drowning in your sweat
Car horns blaring your ears to deafness;
Traffic signs and lights broken down completely
With no hope for repairs,
Hence, cars blaring their way through traffic
With one traffic warden directing traffic on a cross-road??
Two or more drivers arguing with one another
Over who is at fault for the accident that just occurred,
With no insurance cover, anything can happen;
While too many public transport bikes popularly called “Okada”
Zoom past traffic so noisily, with some meandering manoeuvres

Public buses crammed with the sweaty and smelly;
Food hawkers calling out for some patronage;
Sirens blaring down the road demanding cars give way-
Sirens of the governor’s entourage not the emergency services;
People crossing roads at different angles and sides
Irrespective of the apparently busy road;
Bus conductors screaming bus stops names,
Shouting on passengersto board or alight,
As well as screaming the bus fare in their ears;
Refuse and dirt lying about here and there;
Electric generators humming outside every house and office
Due to no electric power supply, emitting poisonous gases;
Endless queues of cars and jerrycans at the petrol station
Due to shortage, scarcity and even hoarding of petrol;
Taxi driver and passenger on one corner in a heated argument
Over over-priced fare and non-payment of stipulated fare;
Now, that’s Chaos!

Some towns have achieved a certain 3rd grade sanity,
But others are still victims with no hope in sight.
Chaos!

Nevertheless, I still love my country warts and all
For there’s no place like home sweet home

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