The heat has been almost unbearable for a
while and the rain would bring so much relief, everyone desired that and so it
rained, as the droplets were hitting my roof, only one thing was on my mind; to
get into the rain.
It was in the night and I was supposed to
be sleeping, sleep also chose to elude me this particular night, so I was there
on my bed wishing I was in the rain. I craved the taste of rain water and only
the showers of rain could soothe my skin like I wanted that night but I
wouldn’t get into that rain, I’m a grown woman plus someone’s missis. Sigh! So much for growing up!
I miss the little girl that I was; I was a
child and nothing else!!
I could stay in the rain or choose to run
around in it or even dance in it, or better still, cup my hands under a heavy
downpour and just gulp the rain let-down (oh my! That used to be heavenly, now
don’t tell me you haven’t tried that, I did over and over again)
I miss the days we would sing and run and
chase each other on the bushy roads that led to our home. We could trek any distance and never felt the
pain; I could do many things and not be bothered about what others might think
of us!
I miss the days of our pardonable mischief
as children; days when we would stay behind dad’s bedroom window whispering and
giggling till he shouts “E s’ere lo o” (Please go and play somewhere else) –and
that was our ticket to freedom, we would not be back till dusk from wherever we
decided “somewhere else” was.
Childhood was fun! Pure fun! No techie
stuff to play with, but I had fun I must say.
“Grow up and leave childhood behind”,
right? I have, but I packed a baggage full of my childlike ways to last me a
life-time.
I still dance to an audience of one; and
that’s me! And if you walk in on me at that time, God bless you, you can enjoy
the free show as I hardly stop. And I still shamelessly beat the table as I
shout my songs ( I really can’t call that singing) like we used to do then and I still make
faces, there is hardly any face contortion I haven’t tried.
I like little children for many reasons but
I like them more for one reason, they are children!
A child has no worries, a child doesn’t
“think” about it, a child is easily persuaded, a child moves on easily. I am
trying hard to not think too much about things this day and just do it being
fully persuaded that I can trust God like a child trusts the parent.
The baggage I packed from childhood
couldn’t contain so many things but I’m grateful for the ones I stuffed in, I
will acquire more as the journey demands, kids are fun and I just want to keep
the fun in my life, simple!
And dear rain, I may get into you any time soon,
especially if you choose to fall in the evening of one of the weekends, cross
my heart!!
