12:15
The new day open-up to me, and I embrace it with gladness.
Light I saw as my eyes opened unconsciously. Buried head on pillow - I'm feeling lazy, but I didn't skipped musing thankful words to the one responsible in showing me grace. I could not continue keeping mouth shut - giving gratitude. "I thank you Lord for today," I said verbally looking straight at the window's curtain. Just then, approaching footsteps stops, and knock at my door. I know it's my mom. Brave, she called briskly. Me, ignoring her first call prompt her into making the second call. Ma, I answered boldly.
Come to think of it?? I gave thought to the history of Brave, my name. I wonder why a new born didn't dominate the atmosphere in crying while coming out from his birth mother. I was responded after my curiosity. "I didn't pass through stress the very moment I had you, till the day I birthed you. The Doctor and Nurses were caught up in surprise at the silent birth. "The Doctor called you out, Brave Boy... He said with an impressing smile." I was left smiling, paying attention to the holding conversation with mommy. "I was a fine show,"0 I felt proud.
Climbing down the medium sized bed reluctantly, I picked up my black hoodie from the clothe stand, having it on me - covering my singlet. I went out from the room, walking down the corridor to the empty cushion, my regular one, with my head pointing down as my integral cotton material couldn't cover the whole of my adult face. Morning devotion couldn't wait for me, but I wasn't left in receiving the blessings of the day. It was a valuable time spent, and members of the family went dispersing one after another after "Amen" was vigorously chorused. I was last among the two siblings to head back the bedroom. On my bed, in swiftly action like I just remembered something, I put in navigation in walking to the kitchen. I took out water from the heating pot in a big rubber cup, and calmly took it down in one hand. It was just the way I like, warm it was. After attaining hydration, I head back to my room. The house background is banging with music, in shuffling tape airing by Urban tv. I was laying backward on the bed; reminiscing on yesterday's. "Kai.." I exclaimed enthusiastically. Understanding the condition am in, going out of the house is a necessity. But I can't, at least not now. I would looked suspiciously. The best decision I took was to go out right after my chores. Unconsciously I was caught up in thoughts, that's unfortunately, but I came to the realization in no bad time. It was just time Julia, my immediate older sister - finished sweeping, and cleaning both the parlor and the dinette. I went passed her in the kitchen, going out the door. I gathered mopping water inside a bucket, and the mop wasn't close to my reach, so I asked Julia of its whereabout. I didn't have time to waste, so I went straight to where I was directed.
My father was all formally dressed, good-to-go, after the consumption of; Tea, bread, and akara (bean balls). Picking up the used mop, I quickly left the room. The smell of akara do make me feel pukish. Moreover, hangover makes the feeling worst for me so emergency was my dial of action. I had to go outside and wash the straw - off the stain on it. I wonder why they didn't use the mop with a bucket of water, to an empty bucket. After washing away the stains off the straw, I went back inside the house and lit straight to work. How I wish I could round up everything in no time. Oh, anxiety has the best of me. "Oh God!! I really need to burst this thing, this urge," I mused passionately. It seems I was attached to an earplug during choring - as my sister got my attention. "Can't you hear me?" Please pass me my phone," Joy, our oldest said. I gave a sight, and faintly apologized at my dumbness before walking to her phone which is few metres away from me. After handing over, I intentionally added up speed in attending to the dirty tiled floor. Just as I was at the kitchen, I stopped at once and joined my head to the sticky mop. "How could I have forgotten... Eh!! I hissed and continued verbatim, "I forgot the birthday of my saving angel, Mira my cousin." In that very spot, I made up my mind in giving her a heartfelt text when I'm done with chores. I breathed in relief after I was finally done. Everything that has a beginning, surely have an end. I poured out the dirty water and quickly rinsed the straw and head to the room. I changed the short knicker I was wearing - replacing it with a tracksuit. I was ready to go with my needed materials in right positions on me. That is: lighter, sachet of weed and two remnant sticks of tobacco - which I found when searching out. Just on my way out, Brave... Mommy called. I grumbled - bouncing on my toes like an infant - needing pampering. One cannot ignore mummy's call with witnesses around. She needed my help with church work. My mom, Binta Otugo is the church's secretary. "Why me to help out this typing?" I murmured bitterly. But I have no escape option, that's the fail of plan B before initiation. As time goes on, nearly.. I nearly dialed emergency line, the urge to smoke is killing me. You're bigger than your problems, so I held on.
"Thank you my son." God bless you," mommy said smiling at me.
"You're welcome ma," I reciprocated. I couldn't snub her smiley face.
Coming out of my parents' room, I couldn't hold my face, time has really gone far. My intentioned destination didn't change, so I headed there in no time.
After burning two joint of starch weed with sticks of tobacco, I began to feel alright - which prompt me into writing - using my Android device. I was done writing in due time and paid attention as I cross-checked through. When all was good, I then posted it on Mira's social platform. Not too long after posting it, she called - expressing gratitude over it. Receiving warmly, thankful words from my cousin made me feel so cool.
"The write-ups de trip her, naso. Burst everywhere my nigga," Kay-dee, my neighbor and friend commented.
"Ah tell you. She really deserves the very best," I said ardently.
"Okay Boss. Let me read it out." I responded to Kay-dee's whining.
The blessing of life is your living soul, the priceless one. Access to you is never closing at me even when the change of hand cast is against times of time. You never late to me, my saving grace. But I dull you now. Here I am toasting words of late in the time of day. Your yesterday is my today, my celebrant. Celebrated you shall never see dark days of time, my chairlady. We shall own the days, it start at 12. And we shall never remain stagnant, we're matching in blessings like 12:15pm. The Joy of you shall continue to being the lifting hands of others, gorgeous angel. And sea of abundance shall never run dry like that parted red sea, you're favoured. Most days in years you'll see, luminous light we see.
"Nice one my man." Kay-dee stretched his fist at me and we locked fist.
Hunger, not looking nice came by. And we couldn't resist his presence, we must be enchanted by him. We left our usual spot and walk back home. We got separated at Kay-dee's house gate. Arriving home, bathing had to wait for the enticing hunger have it place in my feelings. After all done eating, I leaned back the dinette chair - tapping-on keys on my phone. Writing again? I know my Joy, and its liberty is legal. Going through my existed writings, after dropping down an understanding that prompt the inspirational composure of "Blessings and Curses" on my social media page, I went smiling at the particular write-up sent to my cousin.
The Joy of life is me, the blessings to others. Words is blessed not cursed. That's the wonder if time, that's me.
Epilogue.
The glory of others shines our path when darkness comes. We are the light from old, destiny helpers. Every deed of the past causing regret should be left alone, what has dead got to do with life. Whatever gone in time can never be seen in eternal darkness, because the understanding of today gave us light to live in, and grow. The better of today, the brighter the path and is the promise of tomorrow.
