Smile and give thanks...you're in a much better place

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you

Blessed are you among women

And blessed is the fruit of your womb Jesus

Holy Mary Mother of God

Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen

Hail Mary full of grace......

And the hushed plea went on and on and on with all the zeal and fortitude i could master regarding the circumstances. I frequently made the sign of the cross and clutched onto my rosary like my life depended on it. Oh well it did at that moment. After all, isn’t God the ultimate panacea in crunch?

It was such a tempestuous rain and being caught in the middle of nowhere at its onset is by far the creepiest incident I’ve been subjected to in ages.

I can’t say I'm an “uptown girl”, but there are events I'm just not accustomed to; such as standing for lengthy periods, being soaked by rain et al.  With palpitations and my legs hurting so badly I thought I would pass out. I was shaking like a leaf from the cold with teeth chattering loudly. Furthermore, with each lightning and rumbling episode, I screamed "mummy" akin to a toddler. I was such a sight to behold!

The lady and two bikers with me at the overhang of the building we used as shelter kept laughing and saying I’m a spoiled brat. I am not spoiled; neither am I a brat. Such luxury is for rich kids. I’m just not used to some conditions; am only human after all.

For a moment, i mused on all the wrongs i had done; supposing that God was obviously punishing me for my transgressions hitherto. I mean, why else would He opt to send a downpour precisely when i was in town with no umbrella, sweater and far from sufficient shelter?

Now, i envisage the destitute children who experience such horrors night and day without any way out. These little souls endure so much! 

In the event that it rains, they get sodden time and again and have no change of clothes or an aspirin to bring down the fevers that may ensue.  Envision sleeping in the same drenched garments on an equally damp surface! My heart bleeds for them.

I have since done some soul searching alongside musing and realized that am deeply favored by God. Yes i was in a bad situation but i was none the worse for the weather. I mean, i have a home to go to,had a warm bath, neat change of clothes, cup of hot chocolate and a cozy bed to retire to after all; which things may seem trivial to those of us fortunate enough to access and enjoy them; but are a luxury to the multitudes of little innocent souls roaming aimlessly and helplessly on the streets.This comprehension humbled me a great deal!

In the wake of this ordeal, I have learned to appreciate and embrace life and all the heavenly mercies bestowed upon me. I guess adversities have a way of "shaking" and "shaping" us up a tad!

On the flip side however, i had some fun amidst all the hideous emotions caused by the storm ha ha ha. See, from where we were waiting on the rain to cease, we could visibly observe the happenings on the road. It had been flooded and vehicles had a rough time going through. It was an overly hilarious sight; with drivers wriggling to beat the floods, swaying left to right, back and forth. So i took out my phone and started taking photos and recording these scenarios, taking a mental note of who "the boys were from the men" and awarding marks as well. This made my wait less painful.

Those 2 guys...hahaha

Life's ironies!

Nostalgia for the "sanity" that was......

During the springtime of my life, a smile was purely owing to feel-good moments; someone was truly fond of you and delighted to be in your company; a friend was happy that you finally met someone special, your career is great et al i.e. it was a heart smile.

Lately however, I’ve been abridged to a paranoid adult who thinks the worst of smiles for the reason that there’s too much phoniness.  Authentic affairs with unadulterated intentions are few and far between.

The contriving and self-obsession in recent times is disquieting; people seem to constantly be up to no good but shenanigans and are insensitive to the fact that they distress others in their bid to gratify their cravings.

It is now commonplace for foes to strike one as being fast friends. I'm lured to inquire why one would endure such a bogus relationship. I mean, from personal experience, my conviction is that feigned emotions are much more draining than bona fide ones. 

Apparently people have a preference for the former and I’m inclined to presume that there’s always an ax to grind! Hence the subjection to these negative feelings lest they fall short of achieving their egocentric aspirations.

Owing to the fact that I suck at initiating companionship, I’ve been overly credulous I must confess. Consequently, when someone aspires to buddy up with me, am excessively hasty to let them. This has undoubtedly gotten me into a great deal of snags.

Of late, friends are circumstantial; they vanish during bumpy rides and lodge for no more than it is beneficial to them.

Envisage this: the relationship you’ve nurtured all this while was just an avocation of sorts for the other party; a supposed best friend is your nemesis! The realization is horrendous and disheartening. Sadly, you catch on only when you’re already cozy and consequently susceptible to affliction.

A colleague once asserted that oftentimes we expose ourselves to this “fake people phenomenon”. Pursuant to him, it is very easy to tell if one is genuine or not because he’s very cautious with his social relations. I vehemently contended that people mastered the art of faking everything it seems so real to the duped. It is really hard, even impossible to ascertain and or distinguish between the false and real acquaintances. You would have to be psychic!

Needless to say, the atrociousness exhibited in this day and age is like a "well scripted" and acted out horror movie. 

I yearn for the virtuousness and realness I relished during my young days. The world was a much better place back then when all my peers and I knew was love. True untainted love at that! Oh how I miss the innocence!

Providentially, I recently got an epiphany of sorts; acumen to try and safeguard me against this facade of benevolent beings. Clearly, it was long overdue. However, like I always say, life is an incessant homeroom; if one is enthusiastic enough, they can never miss the boat in discovering novel and valuable gen.

Till I scribble again, prudence in your regular dealings will come in handy. We can only try!