It’s my birthday, not your birthday. It’s ma birthday, not ya birthday.
So am now at that age where ladies supposedly stop counting. That age where you start keeping your age a secret and a decade later you are still twenty one. Thing is, I ain’t afraid of aging, just not yet. I want to get to the other side of my shadow. To that time when I will see while seated, what young people can’t see standing. I am eager to see how I will age. Will I have achieved all my dreams in half a century. Or maybe I still got a century to live! Oh my, will my mirror still reflect unfaltering beauty even when my face is wrinkled and my stance not as erect?
So am now at that age where ladies supposedly stop counting. That age where you start keeping your age a secret and a decade later you are still twenty one. Thing is, I ain’t afraid of aging, just not yet. I want to get to the other side of my shadow. To that time when I will see while seated, what young people can’t see standing. I am eager to see how I will age. Will I have achieved all my dreams in half a century. Or maybe I still got a century to live! Oh my, will my mirror still reflect unfaltering beauty even when my face is wrinkled and my stance not as erect?
I’ll try my best to live up to Proverbs 31:30
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
I happen to be one of those ladies who string along a big chunk of their childhood into their adulthood. There are childhood fantasies I still dearly believe in. Some memorabilia I cherish. Memories I hold close to my heart. Moments I not only reminisce about but try to relieve as well. But this is about being twenty one. That magic age that qualified one to vie for a parliamentary seat. The 2010 Constitution scrapped that bit. A piece of the magic in turning twenty one was scraped out. No, I’m not complaining.
I know this post sounds a tad bit confused, I hope 21 won’t be an age of confusion. No, please. I have enjoyed the past twenty years. As I reminisce, I will describe my life by quoting and paraphrasing Charles Dickens in ‘A tale of two cities’ albeit in an entirely unrelated way:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness;
It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity;
It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness;
It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair;
I had everything before me, I had nothing before me;
I was going directly to Heaven, I was going the other way.
