Family

I had been out there in the parking lot of the Cali International airport for at least three hours waiting on the arrival of the delayed airliner, someone had to pick mummy up and i got the honours so here I was. waiting was no fun until my mind took over and went into overdrive and showed me this:

She would have been about five years old, pretty as they come and looking dashing in her carton brown three quarter shorts and the pink sneakers to match her pink blouse. The smile on her face told me there wasn’t a care in the world that could bother her, not even the weight of the bag she was carrying. Who would leave such a damsel alone along the busy walk way of the Cali international airport? Apparently no one, which is why closely behind her was ‘aunty’. I wish she would take that heavy bag from little miss though.

Tall and elegant in the way she carried herself.  Her hair was made into tiny braids, there must have been like a thousand of those,  all packed into one bunch in the back held together with a green ribbon which matched perfectly with her green shiffon blouse. Below that was a belt around the waist of her perfectly penciled blue jean trousers which continued seamlessly with the reason she looked so tall, her five inch high wedge sneakers. Good thing five year old had ‘aunty’ watching over her from behind but why didn’t she reach out to take the bag which five year old was now dragging along the walk way. Aunties making nieces carry their travelling bags is just wrong I thought.

Mummy wasn’t taking chances either; she was two paces ahead of five year old. With glistening skin that only an excess of female hormones could produce she wore a free flowing gown to hide the reason but I could tell that tummy was big, big enough to stop he from seeing her toes without a mirror. She looked to be in her late twenties and was heavy with child, her second I thought. In that case, grandmother’s practical lessons on family planning, as evidenced by the age difference between mummy and aunty, had paid off.

Who were they here for? Who was so important that these two generations of ladies had come to meet today?

As mummy’s pace quickened a smile began to form on her face then her arms spread out into a hug, I followed her gaze and it landed on daddy. A handsome young man in his late twenties; sharply dressed with a suitcase in hand. His shoes, I couldn’t help but love his shoes.

The puzzle was finally complete, or was it? Where had five year old and aunty disappeared to? Ah there she was, she had dragged her bag across the car park and was about to hop into a car. Her mother was helping her put the bag into the boot. She wasn’t with pregnant mummy after all.

And aunty? She had stopped along the walk to have a chat with one of the men wearing a reflective jacket. Only then did I notice the name tag hanging off her neck. She was an airport staff. She wasn’t with five year old after all.

And so, three happy lives were made into one just by fiction of my imagination and the coincidence of seeing them take a few strides in tandem along a walk way. Maybe that is my idea of a near perfect family but now it is gone, broken apart to form real and hopefully happy lives.

Maybe someday I’ll have such a happy lot and be able to create such images in the hearts and minds of many who see us. Maybe some will wish and work towards having same but for now I will keep wishing and working towards mine.

If that is ever possible.

Boys2Men; You See

I work with teenagers you see, and on this night I became afraid when I received an SMS from a teen who is so dear to me. So dear she is, and she knows it too, that she would dare to break my beauty sleep at almost midnight, first with a call and then an SMS.

“he’s done it again” she said, “he sh***ed my friend…I now get it clearly…”

We had been having this argument over the last few days, you see, about ‘how far was too far’ and that this particular fellow (name withheld) was obviously after her hymen and nothing more. Blinded by love, actually lust; she found it difficult to reason with me and so I was afraid for what might happen.

Now again I am afraid after receiving this SMS, afraid for a different reason however.

I am lying here in the darkness of my one bedroom apartment with my friend snoring away beside me and I can’t help but type out these thoughts unto my nokia ‘torchlight phone’. It seems like the only way to successfully drive these tears away because I really am afraid you see.

What does this sixteen year old ‘get’? Too many females out there already see men as the ‘devil’ and it scares me to think that she too might just be gaining the same idea. I want her to be chaste but not because she hates or fears men.

You see, I had always hated to teach my teens that males are simply sex hungry freaks of nature. At first I taught that only because I wanted to scare them away from males and so keep them in check but I always failed when they asked questions like “what about you uncle Yellow, are you also that way? Shouldn’t we be friends with you?"

Though I knew there were exceptions to this nasty tag handed to males, I wasn’t willing to grant these females a chance to even think that way, lest they fall into the wrong hands. I was afraid for them you see.

Then after a while I too began to believe it and then again I became afraid. Afraid for myself; were these females safe with me? For I too am male and if this premise was correct then they weren’t any safer with me than they were with other males I had warned them about.

Just then I discovered a vital truth; not all males are men, many are yet boys. Like children who they are, they are yet to put away ‘childish things’ (1 Corinthians 13:11). It is those boys who are the freaks of nature wanting sex before its time or wanting sex and nothing else.

Every male thinks of sex you see, I know I do, and would like to experience it. It is called a sex drive; actually every human has same, males and females alike. However, only the children (the boys and girls) are unable to wait.

A boy would do anything to get some cookies; he would promise heaven and earth to mummy, he would cry, sulk, whine, beg, threaten and even act violently. He would be on his best behavior if he knows that would impress mummy enough to give him the ‘cookie’. Usually, all this would last just long enough for him to get the ‘cookie’. The boys in the ‘sex world’ are no different.

These boys make it hard for the men to get along with the women, you see, because now the women have mounted their guard. I noticed something else though; the boys only have their way with other children- girls. These girls can't wait either, hence they are unable to spot a boy apart from man and so fall prey to the tantrums of the boys.

Why don’t we all just wait till we are grown up, mature and able to put away childish things?

I stand for sexual purity; No Sex Until Marriage (No-SUM) is my slogan. Join me, but please, entry is restricted to men and women only (sorry guys, I’ll refer to you as ‘ladies’ in subsequent posts iyeh. Bear with me this once, thanksJ), no boys or girls are allowed beyond the front gates.

#sigh# I’m no longer afraid, I know the truth to teach her just in case she got it wrong and the others too, gotta keep my kids safe you see. Like mama Dettol would ask, if I don’t take care of them, who will? #wink#.

I had better catch up on my beauty sleep; I hope the sleep train hasn’t gone too far down the tracks....

WhY????

Hi, my name is Yellow and this is my blog. I'm pretty new to this blogging thing and that is quite a shame seeing as everyone else is so into it and it has been around for a while but here i am all the same.

I follow a couple of blogs but never had the courage to start mine off until about an hour ago when I finally got the nudge I needed.
I had however been writing pieces for the blog over the last few years and these would make the bulk of my first few posts.

So why start a blog anyway and what do I hope to put 'out there' which isn't already 'out there'.
I seem to have a peculiar sometimes strange and awkward view of issues, secular and religious, and that view is all I hope to put up here for you my prospective readers to see. Hopefully there would be feedback from you and a chance to discuss some of these matters so as to know your thoughts and views.

I will be talking about stuff which range from everyday life, like events which occur while walking down the road or taking a cabby ride, to matters of conscience and religion. Issues which affect our daily existence and inter-personal interactions.
God help me to be funny as well and keep you willing/interested to come back each week to check out a new post. That is right, for a start I'll have one post up each week and see where things go from there.

Thank you and welcome to Yellow's blog. Say in a few weeks time I'll tell you how I got the name yellow and probably say a thing or two about who yellow is.
For now though, know that I am Nigerian, mid-twenties, weird and funny and a Christian who hopes to reach out to young people and make them have a slightly different outlook to life than we already do.

Yellow.