Today is Friday and you know what they say about Fridays (wink wink)….
For as long as I can remember I have loved Fridays. I think it is because Saturday is right next to it and where I am from, Saturdays represent ceremonies a whole lot from happy to sad; but you wanna know what I love the most?
Friday evenings. Then, night time. There is something magical about the chill on a Friday night whether outdoors or indoors. It is like a dance of enchantment wrapped around one’s feet and a gleaming reflection of the moon as it stares right back at you ready to hide your lover’s secret.
I love Friday evenings in a new city meeting new people talking over wine in an outdoor lounge with a live band jazz playing in the background. I love Fridays with Karaoke, lovers and friends laughing as they try to jump on each lyric with exasperated breathe.
I love Friday evenings where there are twirling of bodies to the latest “Gbedu” in town, the Afro beat thrumming with life staccato, matching heart beats as you almost loose your home training. I love Friday evenings wrapped beneath satin sheets with the pitter patter of rain drops on the roof and glistening on the windows…
Abuja breeze, especially when there is electricity but your room is vibing with scented candles, a romantic novel being stroked as your turn each page reading about the love life of characters you can never relate with (Trust me, even I am smiling writing these lines).
Do you see where I am going with this?
Can you create a picture of your perfect day?
I have many varied pictures of my ideal day and I can paint them for you line by line with words which I am sure you can describe too…
Did you notice how these things are mundane, the things that make you happy? How they are not far from the ordinary life that you dread each and every day?
What makes the difference then? How you romanticize your life…
Wake up with main character energy and traipse around your room as you get ready for the day like the whole world is waiting at your door waiting to burst forth in adoration as you embrace the handles. Imagine that when birds tweet, it is because they are saying “hey there, beautiful”.
Adorn your feet with giddy gaits as though you are tipsy with happiness, drunk in love with you. Ponder on thoughts like this: isn’t the world brighter today because I am in it?
Ah, I know what you are thinking… This is the onset of narcissism, building a fantasy that does not match with reality. What if this writer is encouraging you to live in a daydream, and the world doesn’t care about you… The universe is too busy to take note of your monotonous existence draped in bills and more bills to pay, the sinking weight of worry for the next meal, and all the numerous problems you can count at the drop of a hat.
My point exactly, what difference will a day make when you are god in your story when you carefully curate how you’d react to all the monumental force against you? What difference will it make if you decide to caress your heart with merriment and delightful bliss?
I think you are scared to touch perfection because you know you never want to give up the high…
Connoisseur of Memories 