I believe in the beauty of simplicity, the colour of life, the romance that comes with every breath of fresh air. There is beauty! So much beauty around us, just waiting to explode into our sight, in our minds and in our lives. And what better means to paint this beauty than with words?
Recently I wondered how ignorant I had been to the serenade of life’s silent simplicities around me. I had long forgotten the things that used to make me laugh out loud silly like a child to a point of tummy ache.
But is this what we ultimately call being grown-up? Hushing the child in us and handing over the baton to the seriousness of life? Tucking away the colours and adorning ourselves with the neutrals of grey? Literally setting aside only two or perhaps three days of the week to focus on “fun” instead of naturally letting fun run throughout our days? Well, despite the modern complexities we often find ourselves tangled into; let us forget not the simple things, just an inch away, to make you smile.
Here’s an interesting trip I recently took to my kitchen for breakfast. I captured some of the silly monologues I often host in my mind where imagination is the rule of the game. I hope you manage to steal a chuckle or two from this piece:
Breakfast Call
A beautiful song calls me from sleep at first light,
A chill oozes though my grumpy bedroom wall to pinch my cheek,
Into my bed, I slothfully sink like a strawberry into a pool of honey… Just for a few sweet seconds,
Then I hear it again!
The clash of crystal-like elements, breaking and crashing into beautiful symphony,
The chorale of bubble pops, jelly plops, juicy splash, crispy crackles,
All leading me into a sailing fling like a weightless feather.
Step by step,
I tip and toe,
To clink and the clank,
Of the chant.
And there they are… All lined up to serve me with their deliciousness.
“Pick me! Choose me!”
Charming me with their hotchpotch of tangs,
My knees grow weak, slowly giving-in to crippling cavity.
To my rescue, beckons Monsieur de l’eau, “C’est moi Cherie! C’est moi!”
And so I reach out first for his crystal arm and entertain Champagne’s sober cousin.
Suddenly, all in the land of Jikoni exclaim, “Relief! She is well fed.”
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Did You Know?
The Storymoja Hay Festival is at bay and I for one look forward to joining various discussions to help me grow as a writer and a creative being. Workshops for writers, talks on writing, focus on identity, the environment and culture, all under this year’s theme “Imagine the World” [Waza Dunia]. Be sure to diarise 19th – 22nd September 2013 and be there with me. For now, please join the ongoing discussions on Facebook and Twitter!
Yours Truly,
Ayuma.
