“In the name of the new year…”
“I don’t do new year resolutions”
We have closed the year but we will be there in a couple of hours. The last person in this room,
please dim the lights. And while at it, please check your egos at the door. We
are jumping into 2016 fresh! There are things we wish to leave behind while we pack our loaded bags as we walk majestically to the new year with a spring in our steps. There are however, other important things we'd like to carry forward so that while we open a new leaf, we shall find a balance brought forward. Let's take stock. Grab your calculator, pencil and a spreadsheet.
Please be sure not to tag your annoying fragrance that
assaults out nostrils and reminds us of someone we’d rather forget. There are scents
that remind us of certain memories. Of girls who offer you the tips of their
cool fingers in greeting. Those girls should just stay with their sorry greetings.
We wish them bad things because they are bad people. They will soon be trailed
by a certified hyena. One who has been inducted in the Team Mafisi Hall of Fame.
And he will break her heart so bad that the entire male species will be labeled
‘dogs’. She might try coming back after being wolfed and swindled by those men
whose tongues are faster than their hired cars.
For the record, my blog is a girl. A pretty little miss
thing. Our relationship is nothing but praiseworthy. Once in six months I whip
up gourmets (blog posts) for her like never before. But mostly I don’t cook.
She on a diet, this girl. It surprises me how a whopping 365 days go with only
4 blog posts. She is not surprised. She likes it that way. To avoid world
conflict in the name of heated arguments, I comply. We thrive in silence. We
communicate by observing our personal spaces. We flourish in tranquility. And
we like our crowd kept to the minimum. We practically feel drained when in a
large crowd of people. That is why we were hardest hit after 2013. We were
already living in a gated community (to avoid too many people) before the fad
hit the property market with a bang. We keep good company. This girl of mine occasionally
brushes against my arm like a hungry kitten.
What a beautiful year it was. Too captivating and enthralling
and fascinating and engrossing and captivating that I couldn’t keep up with its
magnificence. Oh! There was something else I couldn’t keep up with. The
Kardashians. Of course. I’m secretly jealous of their business model, those
Kardashians. How do they make so much money doing nothing? I want a luxury
yacht like theirs.
When life is doing you too good you can’t ignore the flow.
You must get involved and cherish the moments. Sometimes hold them close to
heart. To listen to the racing heartbeat. Sometimes you will set the moments
free. Then you will run after them and capture them in photos. You will resist
the temptation of flooding your little victories online for the world. Just
because they are your moments.
And then this lady who sits across taps my shoulder and goes
like, “Hey, I haven’t told you!” Let me lean back and be told stuff. Not before I raise a glass to toast to my avid readers. Until next
year, cheers!
