Going
by the date on my last post, it would seem like I took a year long vacation
from posting on this blog. This blog that I started with so much zest,
commitment, and hope. It would look like I share kinship with that guy who
started his building project without first counting the cost, only to realize
halfway that he would die of starvation if he dared to buy just one more block.
But,
that is not my case, at least, not exactly. I am probably like the
unenlightened young lady who started with Adamu. Adamu who found her when she
was oblivious, who discovered her beauty before she understood the language of
mirrors, by whose words she defined her girlhood, who bought the jigida beads
and aran that marked her coming out. Adamu; her link to the world, the reader
and transmitter of her deepest thoughts.
Until
she met Dolamu. Dolamu with his suaveness, popularity and wide spread reviews.
Dolamu who didn't even have to sell himself to her, because everyone else could
not keep quiet about his prowess. How riding on his wings, her fame would soon know
no end. So she left Adamu, told him he would always be her beginning, the
special point where it all began.
For
her coming out with Adamu, all she had to do was appear, smile and let the
beauty flow. And many would sing of the unique expression of her beauty for
days to come. But with Dolamu, she felt like she was not enough. Her face needed
help, her words needed props, her legs needed wings. So, she went in search of
a distant merchant, to whom she paid something, albeit little, but enormous for
the times she was in. He did his best, from a good heart and at first, she was
glad. Proudly she showed off hew new apparel, dressing her offerings in it and
telling any who cared to listen that a new season had dawned.
Trouble
started when she realized she didn’t know how to care for the new acquisitions
that came with Dolamu and his endowments. How she missed the unassuming ease
Adamu had given her. She finally found a way around her new home. Heaving a
sigh of relief, she opted for a walk in the evening air, to sort out the other
issues that made up her life. By the time she returned, the house was no more,
her keys consistently provided the same result: Error 404.
That’s
when she remembered Adamu, how he wore her name boldly, how people had known
them together and many still checked her at his address. Like the prodigal son,
it was time to go home. And home she went, to Adamu, who had waited all along,
committed to her, made for her. To show she was now serious, she brought in her
knowledge from her sojourn for more and poured it all on Adamu. The results
were shocking, with just a little care and attention, Adamu looked even better
than Dolamu had on his best days. And he still proudly wore her name, gladly
bearing her emblem. What had she been looking for?
That’s
the story of the other blog I went to open, the one that was meant to be finer
and more refined. I got someone to design it and I paid it a lot of mind, even though
I just couldn’t get it right. A couple of posts aired on that platform and the
response was not bad. Then life got busier and I needed to adjust. Adjusting took
me a while and when I returned, my new blog was nowhere to be found. So I’m
back to blogspot, determined to sort its issues and make it right.
Maybe
this experience was part of the plan, to teach me that sometimes; where you are
going is actually where you are coming from. You only need stay and devise new
ways to make it work. So peeps, thank you for waiting while I wondered. We are
back and we are going to have a good time, consistently, going forward.
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email. bunmilofemusings@outlook.com
Bunmi Aramide
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