Whenever network decides to prove who the boss really is, a piece meant for another day or moment may tarry and find its way into Valala’s day. Apologies.
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It all started with contorted disappointed miens, determined lailai-I’m-never-gonna-stays, fear of the place we so much likened to a hell-hole, glaring fidgets about the unknown. . . counts and recounts of eleven to twelve months that donned the essence of forever. Now the time to go has come, with much different mindsets and mixed feelings. Things aren’t always entirely the way they seem.
I’ll miss my places of primary assignments (surprised I had more than one?): the “radiant” students whose smiles brighten my mornings, even though I wager my brain and consciousness daily against their to-hell-with-correct-tenses-cum-native-dialect-invaded grammar, it hits you like a brick and finds its way into the very fibre of your being; the corps members I was privileged to represent plus the happenings and melodramas that could make one laugh hysterically, weep within in pity, feel like breaking someone’s head—or nose—with Sandra’s hard high-heels [smiles]. . . please feel free to continue.
And my secondary places of assignments? Okay, some things are best left unwritten 🙂
I’ll miss Mopa—the wonderful people that made it great, the “wormderful” ones that failed in their attempts to make it otherwise, excellent bodies, team members and executives. . . and many more worthy of note. Even the few. . . or lots (I’ll decide on the apt one later) with pap—or something else congealed—in places one ought to find brain (apologies, that’s the closest I could manage to being sincere yet not insulting). Where’s the fun in life without the varieties?
Beneath the smiles and blank penetrating stares lies the deep longing; a realisation that leaving some people behind or seeing some go might just be the end, the round solid full-stop to our relationships. I hope paths will cross, but if they don’t, Godspeed to all my brothers from other mothers and sisters from other misters. Wishing y’all bests in your endeavours.
Veni vidi vici.
To greater achievements.
Much love to my true Vals
I pray I won’t get 14years behind bars for this 🙂