By – Odey Emmanuel
The sun may shine brightly today at noon with its scorching venom, but soon, it gradually paves way as the moon slowly creeps out of its hole, with its rather friendly furnace that cuddles people around and leave them with fine stories to use for the night, in sharp contrast to the sun that pursues people around from end to end leaving them with wrinkles on their faces and traces of fatigue in their voices. They both produce light (the sun and the moon), but While one scorches, the other embraces; such dynamism of life. And right there next to the moon sits the stars to provide beauty and support when the moonlight begins to dwindle. And then comes the rain in the morning to quench all our thirst and get us started for another merry-go-round and fairytale that comes with an opaque and swindling day.
The flowers may bloom in refreshing ceaselessness and tenderness today, and wither away in the wink and twinkle of dawn; such is the fragility of life.
The groggy nature of some days that seem rather snail-like, and the accelerating hours of some that runs through, painting a fine picture of a speed boat or jet or anything that travels in utter swiftness and celerity. Always recollect, it is the unpredictability of life. Some days may seem gloomy and treacherous, and some, all kind and heartwarming, always remember, it is the nature of life.
For the lawyers and teachers and doctors, do not hate God or mother nature when you lose law suits, or cannot impact at a time or lose a patient, who decided to stop breathing in your care always remember, no man ever walked the earth without a sweat; reminisce on your days of flawless victories and hours of miracles and keep moving. Life always wrestles us through and through and allows us peace only after the test.
While some drool in pitiful wait for a single meal to have for a day, others extravagantly and lavishly engage in wasteful show of plenty and profusion, it is the seeming infidelity of life; to satisfy Peter with plenty while Paul begs for breath. But in the end, we all know the rich also cry.
So it is with craft and talent, while some crave to play though without shoes, some already found themselves in the heat of the show with no clue or knowledge as to what to do; it is the seeming chirality of life. Some women pray tirelessly for only one seed that tears may stop to rain from their eyes while another does so with ease and comfort sheltering eight, nine or more. And one day, when that one seed eventually comes, it brings with it sweetness and bliss and joy and then it equals another woman’s eight, ten or more.
Life has a way of balancing and harmonizing events in the weirdest and creepiest way so that one does not look betrayed or hated by it. Life pours on all of us cold and hot water, it is its nature to act blind and deaf to our cries because with open eyes it is sure to act humane. And to be human is to be bias.