Malumi Adeboye

DAY 1

The night spoke of a new beginning, one in which the sun would rise to kiss a new year, and it would smile at its new lover, for things would be good, and it would shine even brighter. Well, maybe not so brighter, for it is already so hot here already. But when the ever-resplendent glow reflects through the crack of your window, when the spiralling warmth courses over your skin, you would know that it is time, and you would get up to work. The clergyman told me that I would be walking into unexpected open doors. I reach out for the first one, which is life into the first day, and I breathe and smile, for I have made it. The other doors are lined up, each without a door knob, for there is nowhere to place it. It is just a matter of little time. My faith does a little dance, and it whispers the beautiful words in my ears. Soon it would metamorphose from what it is already into a reality, and I can't wait. It told me of its excitement, and I shared it as well. Then the sacrificial lamb was taken to the slaughter house. I watched it as it struggled for its life as steel was put to its throat, and passed through it till the sharp flat came out at the back. Everyone laughed and was joyous. Murder, I think? Well, it cannot be classified as so, but I think it to be that anyways. I have a pain in my tooth. Father says it is wisdom teeth, a new one to be added to my ever-browning collection. I wondered why it had to be so painful, even to swallow my spittle hurt so much. Father said. "Learn from the mouth, for it speaks without words to tell you that positive growth is not without its pains." I am not sure I learned so much from that, except that it still hurt even after the painkillers, and I could only stare as they shared the sacrificial lamb amongst themselves; their teeth tearing at its flesh. Well, I didn't want it anyways, I didn't want to be a part of the murder, or did I? I'm very sure I didn't want to, but the spittle dropping from my mouth as I watched them didn't concur. Sadly, sometimes we aren't just in control.