I swear ,I have never been as emotional as this particular day.At least I can remember any instances of elevated emotions ,but even then I managed to ground them. Days come and go ,even those we have so longed for and never let them go. Every dawn brings with it a tide ,one we have no control with but to swim along to whatever pole it takes us to. Just so you know ,I'm a believer of fate .We can argue out the control and lack thereof whoever wins ,its never that serious ,every monkey has its tree ,its not a litmus paper to anything ,not any monetary thing i know of.However we can't ignore the fact that some monkeys have an entire forest ,and on this I'm very opinionated. You argue with me I shoot you ,you argue again I shoot right through your SA node. 2020 came with a new conversion. The cult we all should convert to.Whether you got a withering tree to live ,a forest or no tree at all you got to accept.I mean you only got 365 and a quarter days ,I have never seen the quarter BTW ,but we can't afford any negative energy. On this particular day I was discharging one baby ,a year old who had been managed for severe acute malnutrition. She had become the highlights of my last 25 days. I remember when the entire world remarked the birth of Christ ,I was by her bed side, it didn't make sense to merry while she had a desert to her side. She had grown fond of me and every time I entered her cube she would smile ,stretch her emaciated weak upper limbs towards me and I would carry her. It reminded me of my childhood ,how we would wait for my dad by the backyard especially when my mum wanted to instil some discipline in us ,when one person spotted him ,we would all roar into a chant , off in neck breaking speeds and throw our tiny bodies over him. If you cant relate kindly remind me i am growing old. For the record ,no one ever needed a cervical collar for a broken neck. Carrying this baby every morning inspired my early rise. I watched as life came back slowly to her . She regained reciprocal social behavior and soon she was fit for discharge. The morning I wrote her discharge I felt devastated ,I was heartbroken and I didn't want to let her go. I was worried she would come back malnourished. A blanket sign from her mother pointed to a tough life. Did not understand any Swahili , tall tiny woman dressed in tattered clothes. Seven other kids at home. She was shy ,smiled with her eyes peering on the floor. When your eyes got in contact with hers, she developed instant nystagmus and all I read were hidden pains. She however was content. You remember the forests up there? .This is not a question of whether fate is fair or not. If we all could be as content as this woman ,this world would be a better place. I mean ,you pick up your struggle ,drag it ,pull or roll it and move on. You comment on your neighbours struggle ,we hunt you down.You throw some tantrum hatred we combine it multiply by an infinity and send the damn thing back to you. You amasse anything that aint yours ,you return to us sevenfold to the seventh generation,until everyone minds their forests.The day we realize the adage ,grass is greener on the other side ,is a microscopic view of life we live. We can't be running after some greens even when we are 100 and gasping. If we have or we don't ,let whatever is be ,we can't have all. We can't be everything we would like. This beats humanity. We wake up ,we till what life has offered ,we sleep whether it is on a hammock, animal skin or on a bed ,the REM and non R EM sleep pattern is constant. Whatever brings happiness ,chase thee it. A friend once told me she would walk into her husband's house with a rag she had kept for days ,and I was like ,if this rag bringeth thee joy ,then may it be. I'm still to ascertain if she still owns it .LOL. Every monkey to it's forest ,as they say.
