BREW MY ICE:the sketches of perception grow.

Am almost smiling in contemplation as fingers begin the sketch and tap through pad,together these little motions bring a flawless flow of remission.I am but almost elated as the memories trickle down into my heart and tap right into my fingers.

In junctures as such, tears tease the edges of my eyes as this feeling most often than not leaves me overwhelmed.Overwhelmed huh?From what you may ask and as always you are allowed to question even my trail of thought dear PePa treader,or should I call you reader?Reader is Oh so obvious and leaves out the actual part where you always tread the path of sketches with me.Faithful companion you have become and so valued a treader you are.

A moment in space I must take as a deep,long and reassuring breath calms my nerves back to the reality of day.The reality of grace and love all compounded into a tandem of beauty.

Before I get caught up in my sketches and forget we are going through this together,allow me to bring you up to pace of where am coming from by sending you back to a prior post that sure links to this.Remember BREW MY ICE:The sketches of perception?Maybe yes but if not,please find the link BREW MY ICE and let us flow as one .

So here we get to continue on my almost perfect evening but that can only be perfected by a recap of grace in action.

Beautiful Wednesday morning and work is great,I wont say as usual cuz truth be told,we don’t deserve a thing we have but God through His unending love has made us custodians of the same.Thank Him since my plans for this day were aligned to His good,perfect and pleasant will…A sure glorious 27th date of August as I often put it.

Dave my all time buddy gives me a call while am busy at the bank teller’s.I pick up gayly and he asks if we still on for the even.”Why not daddy,”I quip and he replays the itinerary as I remain cool.My work for the day as at this time seems all but done.All heaven aligned this day perfectly in my favour as even the bank queue isn’t one to cry foul about.

We was to go visit a buddy at the hospital who had just had an operation.They called it a minor surgery,these doctors:what is minor about your belly being opened up,things inserted and then thread and crooked needle takes place of flesh?A complication with their lower abdomen led to a successful cyst removal thankfully.Sounds all simple huh?

It is 5pm and we are slugging through the renovation clamped Nairobi hospital trying to find a parking spot.We have like an hour to visit the invalid and all seconds left seem to be running out.Finally we get to a doctor’s parking and don’t look me evil in the eye cuz I parked right next and not on their spot.Am sure I would have taken it if another spot hadn’t showed up though,just my questioning nature that is,so allow me to enjoy me.

I can’t help but notice all the expensive cars carpeting the parking lots,I mean all these brands are executive and luxurious if my taste and eyes serve me right.We sweep through with Dave as he teasingly tells me I should have been a doctor or married one.

Quite a discussion for another day if you ask me,I mean I tried to date and hopefully marry one but flopped miserably.I guess I couldn’t keep up with all the scalpel,catheter,tumor and all those medical jargons.Maybe I was just a pathetic lover,who knows?Maybe we will never find out the truth after all,hahahahah…..Thank God I learned to be a Haw in the ,”Who moved my cheese” tale.Sorry if you don’t get the joke but you have to read that 33-paged story of who moved my cheese,it could change your entire life you know?Or maybe it came to me just at the right time in my life;coincidence?If you ask me I will say God has all my life planned and I just love how He plays out the dice.

A strong hospital scent hits my nose and almost throws me off balance.I have never known if it is the scent of patient gowns,the detergent they use,the whole aura of hospitals or the scent of medicine that normally puts me off.To think that I even wanted to practice medicine is laughable at this point.

Quite interesting however how immune or better still unmoved by wounds and cuts I was back in lower school to the point of being a St John’s captain.I think time has a way of realigning us to our fates and ultimate purpose in life,right?Just smile if you agree.

Hoping we are still on the same footage,we pass through a series of hospital corridors,getting lost into dead ends as the renovations have done quite a twist to the whole arrangement you know.Eventually we get to our patient’s ward and they lie so blissfully on the raised bed you would think they was never operated on.With their folks around,manners must be on the tips of our tongues and fingers you know….

My day wouldn’t be any better than to see a friend lying safe and sound on a hospital bed after a successful surgery.To add to the joy is the glam of close friends surrounding her bed.Oh and doesn’t this hospital look and feel modern…you would almost want to get that care daily.The kind of care that makes you not want to heal so you are treated like a baby all the time;that feeling of getting everything you want on a single call….Not till your friends eat all the muffins you was brought on your sick bed,hahaha…..

Dave picks up a call and the communication seems hushed and intense.I can almost read into his facial expressions as he signals us to shush so he can hear more keenly.Quickly finishing up and making sure our friend Kez is doing well,he signals that we have to go.I ask him what’s up and he says we have to be at the Aghakan hospital along Limuru Road as soon as immediately……..

Catch the next sketch to know what happened next……

PePa.

5 thoughts on “BREW MY ICE:the sketches of perception grow.

      1. Hahahhahaha thanks for making my weekend start joyous….Never a better day without your amazing heartfelt comments.Not looking back cuz we heading forward together.A most blessed and sound weekend as well.What are your plans for this weekend?

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