TWO DECADES AGO

 

It's been 20 years now,

It's been 608 months,

It's been 140 weeks,

Yes, it's been 7,300 days already,

When I kiss the hard floor,

When I licked the face of luck.

It was on mild Friday morning.
The generous breeze was graceful to breath and breath some freshness into the air.
So sitting under that Indian Almond Tree, in front of the house at Sahara Down, Dansoman, was a harmless move. This was after taking some hot rice-water.
But yielding to the temptation to climb the tree and receive more breeze, marked the beginning of the inevitable fall. I climbed the tree with a reluctant energy and some nerviness. Though the feeling was a bit awkward, I resisted the urge to climb down after elevating my height. I brushed off the feeling, and picked a cool spot to relax and receive more fresh air.
However, my restless eyes sighted a fruit and I momentarily decided to pluck it without calculating the risk involved in getting it. 

In the process of crawling and stretching my hand to pluck the fruit over the slim branch of the tree, least did I expect the branch to break. It was a subconscious fear that triggered the whole feeling but I cared-less. The branch broke from the main trunk of the tree and in a split second I crushed landed with the leafy parachute on the ground.

The pain was excruciating. Both hands got fractured and there I was, looking more restless. The emergency service that followed from Bechem Clinic with referral to Korle-Bu Teaching Hospital was handy. The remaining story is history.

However, I remember the care,the support, the goodwill and empathy and sometimes sympathy. It was great. I was overwhelm with the support after the amputation.
The change was not easy, but the process was worth it. I know it cannot be the same but the zeal to continue, the inspiration to keep going, and the concern for me has been great. And I am highly thankful.

Life is somewhat a comical theatre of many intricate interlacing scenes of experiences, but we live.

Love remains that tiresome duty that tickle its adherears' emotions, to wake the painful beauty of childhood feelings, provoke the adolescent male's adrenaline delight and elevate the multiple mix yearnings of the young female, yet we live.

It's still a happy tune entertaining my memory of barely two decades after the fall.

But in the arms of this account, is a near treat of a missive death.

Yes, death I mean.

But Death is another story to tell someday.

It's another memory to share sometime.

For now, what I have become,

For the gift of walking in this talking sunshine,
Please tell God of my deepest appreciation,

Duly tell our people, I am eternally grateful.

Do tell them I'm still trekking to that destination.
Do tell them I'll soon be there.

For the man I want to be,
For the human being, I want to be,
For the brethren, I want to be,
For the friend I want to be,
I only desire to CARE for and respect all.
I dream to inspire many.
I live to breathe courage.
May God bless our souls on this sail.

Thanks

Yours me 

(First published 13th February 2018)