Oh misty eyes of the mountain below, keep careful watch of my brother’s souls, and should the sky be filled with, fire and smoke, keep watching over Durin’s sons……
A beautiful rhythm and tune by Ed Sheeran to match the misty atmosphere hanging above. So heavy is it that even the very vision I would assume once was mine is nowhere as the ever glowing magical horizon is nowhere to be seen. Call it vision masked and lost to the elements.
In most cases as such do you begin questioning reality itself. If an atmospheric space and distance of a limited 438kms are enough to cause such a blur to the eyes and even heart, what would happen if the whole expanse of the universe was handed to us as it has been?
Yes my dear treader, tell me if you may, what is real and what is fake? What is perfect and what is vague? Do you sometimes if not always question your very reality? Do you even dare to dream beyond what meets or even fits your eyes? And what do you see when you set your mind and not eyes to task?
Yes, I know most times it takes both the eyes and mind to work together and break to dawn the hidden truths we dare not imagine or even think about. Worry not then my dear treader for if you tasked your mind with such wonders then what would be the purpose of PePa? Haha, I too wonder.
So then, come along the sketches of PePa, and together let us tread these paths that so buffet our vision.
As I close my eyes and breath in the freshness of the misty air, one that has kept most persons indoors and rid the atmosphere of all its pollutants, I can calmly enjoy its bite as it cuts through the thin membranes of my nostrils and thence filling me up with a nostalgic surge of my younger years.
Years when I would reluctantly rise up earlier than the sun and grazing cows, brush my teeth and briskly wash my eyes of night sleep, and sliding into my pair of beige shorts, checked brown shirt and dark brown cardigan, I would rush to school. Two slices of bread always did the tummy a huge favour those beautiful chilly mornings and when shoe polish was out of reach, I had discovered that milking jelly also gave those black shoes a certain unimaginable glow.
Flipside was that the glow disappeared as soon as the cold mist outside hit the surface of my shoes and their final state was worse than the initial, quite laughable huh? Nothing to laugh about though as such memories, especially of getting a whooping in school for not being neat enough was not a welcome joy at all. The same has led me to this day to be a lover of canvas shoes other than leather shoes. How I wish they had allowed me back then to wear these same shoes that I can dorn an entire week without worrying about how much dirt they will gather on repeat.
All the same, those were beautiful days as they now fill my heart with their nostalgic fits. How I ended up winning an award for being the cleanest student at the end of the day, I can only attribute to the Almighty and discipline of washing and drying school clothes overnight to wear again the coming morning; Oh and we had no electric iron box to press them down to crispness back then so you can but figure out the strain and resilience it all built. Or did we? Aha, how so when we didn’t have electricity in the first place, or could it have used rechargeable batteries and even solar? Haha, quite laughable if you ask me as Chinese technology and their rechargeable everything hadn’t yet hit our part of the sphere then.
Times have past and days turned into many years, many beautiful years with nothing to regret but everything to be grateful about even as I reflect upon what is real and what is not.
Not to lose you still, come along the sketches of PePa again and this time around let us stop with him at the intersection into the central business district. The traffic police has raised his hand for my section of traffic to stop and the intersecting road is all but clear. What amazes my gaze is this rugged man who crosses before me. He has shaggy dirty hair, tattered clothes, and a dirty sack hanging on his drooping shoulders.
Sometimes I know I overthink things but help me understand, why is he using the zebra crossing, unlike nature dictates? I mean he is crossing the road but why the zebra crossing? Maybe you still don’t catch my drift but hey, the thing is, with the intersection open and he not being sane at all, nature dictates that he should be walking right through the main road, or in between cars but see, he isn’t. He calmly crosses right at the zebra crossing and for a moment I question his insanity or my sanity for that matter.
I am dazed as I look on at him go over to the other side and with oncoming traffic at his end he waits for the cars to drive through before he proceeds to cross again. ”Is he really insane?” I wonder,” or did I miss the entire truth of the matter?”
Such is life as we may see it my dear treader but I have been forced to most times like this think beyond what I see. As he calmly walked over the zebra crossing, a glimpse of the motorist driving beside me, with his mask on went on to show the unease and frustration at the snarl in traffic we were in. The rush of life in him versus the calm and surity in the supposed insane man brought lots to question.
What if the ones we thought insane were the actual sane ones yet we who thought ourselves sane were the insane ones? Okay then if that makes no sense, tell me why this motorist would bump the rare end of the car I am driving and as if nothing happened, they calmly drive off leaving the car with a deep scratch? Well, we can excuse them for now, but tell me about this other one who as I enter the junction whilst all other cars are at a stall, revs up in front of me and almost hits the front of the car and as if that is not enough, he goes on to snarl at me and pointing to his head tells me to use mine, hahaha.
What if, just as a friend asked, when you thought you were using oxygen you rose up one day and realised oxygen was instead using you and once you were of no more use it got rid of you and your death was then imminent?
Do you ever ask yourself what if? Let us dare to imagine and think beyond what light of day presents to the eyes. Let us have vision beyond the eyes and see all that our minds and hearts need to see, let us not limit ourselves to the only possibilities we have grown to see and live with; let us blow reality and explore all there is in the world and beyond.
Don’t you know that the Great I am told us to ask of Him and see if He will not give us the nations as our inheritance and the ends of the earth as our possession? Shall we then possess what we can’t imagine?
Allow my chilly fingers to type away the cold and hold back the freeze with happy knuckles as I say adios. and stay blessed.
PePa: The Sketches Of Life.