Today I am tired. No, scratch that, today I am exhausted, housewife kind of beat, the last push when in labor type of worn out. My blood is fatigued, my mind is drained and my body has chucked the deuces up on all of it. Like one friend of mine would put it- "I am tired like bitch"...I would not have ever bothered to know what exactly this phrase means but today I am curious to find out, it sounds so apt for the way I am feeling.
Okay. I go on about being worn out like I just crawled out of war and am deserving of all the gold medals of the world when the truth really is that I brought this upon myself. My big headed self happens to think I am immortal, an eleventh wonder of sorts and for that reason I am constantly under the impression that I am immune to certain things- like the flu. Last week I found myself stuck in cold and angry drops of rain, instead of making a plan to duck out as quickly as I could, the Chuck Norris in me decided to make the best of this uncomfortable situation. I played with those heavenly showers, kicked puddles, and caught droplets in my mouth as I giggled away at my juvenile behavior. I will not lie, I had my fun.
However, even fun must come at a cost. Being a self-perceived wonder of the world has taken its toll on me. I feel nothing close to admirable, infact, the only wonder right now is where in the world was my mind when I decided to befriend the rain. I am frozen and that rain from last week is probably having the last laugh asking who I thought I was. I will hold nothing against it though, it was just answering to the call of nature and I just happened to think I could join in on that conversation.
I know better now, than to interrupt nature by thinking I can have a little fun at her expense. My ice cold self knows a lot more than it did last week about naively assuming that 'a little rain aint gonna hurt nobody'. Now we know a little rain can hurt anybody, even those that think they are like superman, probably even superman himself. Although I bet his always been smart enough to stay out of the rain.
I'm rambling. Sorry. Its not even the cute form that will have you get out of here having learned or thought of something differently. Nope...I'm fresh out of those today, all I have is this icy ramble that’s been stagnant from the get-go. Even my brain has gone into freeze mode and deserted me and my sniffles.
My case of a miniature cold has sparked some light though. Here it is....my symptoms read as follows; lethargic, lack of vision, teary eyes and blocked but runny nose, involuntary trembling and a devoted chill in every last atom in my body. I am mentally deciphering these symptoms, thinking up how I am going to deal directly with each one of them when the contents of my diagnosis strike me as similar to those of the youth of today.
I am probably not being as profound as I had wished to be but I still make a pretty valid point if you ask me. I often say that our generation cannot produce icons as celebrated as Ngugi wa Thiong'o, Kwame Nkrumah, Hector Pieterson, Malcolm X or Thomas Sankara because we have it as easy as it gets. We are born to democratic times where BEE, tenders and political affiliations work in our favor. We are the born frees who have never had to think a day about choking on tear gas or the feeling of rubber bullets on our backs. We are the generation Y that believe in swag and praises pop culture, the millennium generation who walk the world with blinded eyes, cottoned ears and shackled minds. Us, we are the passive group that have forgotten the blood, sweat and tears that got us here.
We are the generation that has caught the cold and could not be bothered to get checked out. With our blocked nose, model c accents and "Ivy League" education, with the laziness of the brats that we are, the vision cluttered by materials of the world, eyes too preoccupied with trends on social networks and with trembling hearts that send chills up the spines of the boomers that birthed and paved the way for us....we leap into a world that expects us to be agents or catalysts of some, any kind of change in the social transformation sphere.
Until next post,
Africa Rising, Peace & Revolution....
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