Wednesday 22 June 2011

The world was made by the singer for the dreamer.

They wandered the land for what was almost an eternity. Hand in hand they walked tirelessly over the barren land, sand and dust stowing away in their beautifully crafted sandals. Darkness blanketed the entire world and the wind blew hard, almost screaming. But the elements had no effect on them-neither rain, sleet nor snow. Exhaustion, thirst and hunger were unfamiliar sensations to them both. Ket tugged at his sister's robe and looked up at her. Aya turned her gaze down at him, Ket smiled and she smiled back. "It won't be long now."
The sand reigned supreme and it was now all the earth had come to know. It blew wildly in the wind with no form of buildings or structures to hinder its mad flight. The yellow sun had burnt out millennia ago, in a time after humanity's greatest of grand children. A time after time itself. The land was literally dead, life was a foreign and distant memory. It was a time far after existence, an era even after man's time on earth was but a faint and fading echo. Death had come and death had gone, there was only nothingness and the whistle of the wind. The cause of man's demise was no longer relevant, for his name had passed and even ceased to be on the tongue of the cosmos.
Ket tugged at Aya's robe again, "I would like to sleep now", he said.
Aya smiled, "Very well then."
She sat down in the sand,the dust not stinging her eyes. Her long hair danced wildly like the sea on a stormy night. Her face was a thing of immaculate beauty, to call it perfect would be demeaning. Artists would have created paintings and poets would have written prose inspired by her. Her robe covered her body loosely and she wore nothing else aside from it. She folded her legs and reached her arms out to Ket, smiling. Ket was a small boy, no taller than three feet. He had features of a cherub but he and his sister where older than even the universe could remember. Ket smiled an easy smile and walked towards his sister. He snuggled comfortably into his sisters lap and rested his head inside her elbow. They looked like mother and child and the love between them was just as rich. Ket yawned. "Aya,please sing me the lullaby."
Aya closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the untamed sand not affecting her in any way. She exhaled in a wondrous melodic voice. The wind stopped and the sand and dust settled as the two began to rise above the ground. Aya's voice ran freely out into the world and gradually put Ket to sleep. Vibrant colours began to ripple from them the instant Ket slumbered, like gentle waves on a pond when something touched it. The colour spread to the rest of the world in a brilliant array of rainbow-like life,exploding in all directions. Aya's serenade had no words, it needed them not. Its sweet high notes and low tones induced calm dreams in Ket's sleep. Ket in turn would churn out his dream into reality, carving the desolate and barren land into a beautiful utopia. Aya's angel chorus translated into thoughts of beautiful existence in his peaceful mind, and his thoughts became. Blades of green grass sprouted into vast meadows, racing across the face of the earth. The ground dipped into massive craters and troughs to cradle waters that formed lakes, seas and even oceans. Flowers sprang up in lovely fields as strong trees emerged from the ground, reaching for the sky. Rocky hills and mountains spurted upward and made the ground tremble. The song urged the dream on, breathing new life into the once dead world. Ket's mind a primordial soup for the resurrection of life on earth, his sister- the conductor of an orchestra of sorts. Together they spawn a new dawn for earth.
The sun shone once again. Aya and Ket slowly decended to the grass covered ground. Ket yawned and stretched his arms. He looked up at his sister and smiled. Naturally she smiled back. They stood up to observe and appreciate their work."Aya?"
"Yes,Ket?"
"We did good, didn't we?"
"Yes Ket. We did."

Wednesday 15 June 2011

The story so far...

Hello dear reader! I say dear reader because I may not know you personally,but that's ok coz we have something in common;I.e my blogposts.Before I proceed dear reader,I'd like to take the time to thank you for taking time out to read my posts. The fact that you followed a link,typed my address in your 'go to...' Box or searched me on google means a lot to me. My eternal thanks go to you! Especially you who spread the word that is benny blow to your friends,I can't thank you all enough. Last I checked my blog statistics,I was at 300 pageviews. But what's funny is I logged in about a month ago and I swear I was at 500+ views! I don't know what happened to my other 200-something views,but I know they were there! Blogger,what did you guys do?? Anyway,300 is good considering that I havnt been at this for not more than three months. So,my intentions with this post where to try tell you what's been occupying my mind apart from sex,drugs and cartoons.I went fora
job interview yesterday. I thnk it went fine,I answered the FAQs pretty well and I think I scored high on the apptitude test. After all,I fancy myself smarter than your average bear! Now I am waiting on a call-back. All should be well but its not. I should be enthusiastic and filled with a sense of satisfaction (no matter how premature ). I should be,but I'm not. I'm kinda looking foward to copping some slim-fit suits and matching ties. Esquire magazine helped me see suits and ties in a different light. But on another day I might argue that ties are totally oppressive and remind me of lynchings! You see dear reader,when I was a toddler and even when I was slightly older,I always hoped to be a cartoonist. I didn't know that job existed until I watched Garfield and Friends and learnt that John drew cartoons for a living and to pay for Garfield's insatiable appetite for lasagna. But as things went,I studied to be an accountant. That's a story for
anothertime though! What I'm shooting at is I feel that I havnt entirely stayed true to myself. I should have pursued my dreams in their entirety and gone for them with the very same untainted pre-teen drive. Sadly I knew my dad would never let me do that as long as he was paying for my education. Besides,living in a third world country like mother Zambia though with its perks and invaluable experiences;can be a serious handicap. I feel if I get a job in accounting and audit I will have no time to follow my cartoonist ambitions (which by the way morphed into writing ambitions post puberty). I feel I'll have to cage my talents and only let them out at the weekend. Might aswell starve them and rattle the cage's bars and poke them with a stick.Suppressing dreams is like caging a majestic bird like a fish eagle. Dreams should be nurtured from the time of their outrageous innocence to the drunken pep talks you have with your mates. They should be free to the
worldno matter how much others may frown upon them and deem them stupid. They are still dreams non-the-less. People shouldn't beat them into they're closets and pack them into dusty little boxes! Someone posted something on facebook that said something like,"...if God has planted a dream in your heart,then you are totally capable of it and you are to heed its call..." . And I read that JFK used to say,"...If we do not do this,then who will do this?"On saturday morning I was talking to an old friend of mine. She told me she 'secretly' reads my blog and is patiently waiting for my first novel. Later that night in the club another guy said to me,"yo,how do you come up with that shit you post? You're crazy! I like what you write!" (Or something to that effect! I can't remember due to vodka induced memory lapses!). I do remember clearly how another friend came up to me later in the very same club and said to me,"Since a young age,I've respected you. Since
wayback in primary school you took drawing seriously and did your own thing,and I respected you then. I respect you now. You do your thing and you have character,a personality. Personality is something most people don't have here in zambia,but you have it and you don't care what poeple think... You do you and I respect that. I'm not saying I like you or I'm kissing your ass,but I RESPECT you...". That's all in the same day. Three times. And the next day,my girlfriend tells me to work towards writing instead of sulking and becoming that 'shoulda-woulda-coulda' guy. Tell me that's not somekind of omen? Tell me that's not a sign people like my shit? Tell me that's not reason enough for me to go hard on this writing dream? I do literally have people around the world reading my blog,500+ or not.That means I havnt sold out yet,right? I do plan to go ahead and work for the system. But I should be careful not to sell my soul for a monthly salary,a tie
anduncomfortable shoes. I must still make time for scribing and use my job to sponsor my dreams financial needs. I'll buy a better laptop or P.C,pay for an internet connection and buy more zoot grass. I intend to drastically cut back on going out and clubbing so I can focus on my writing. The party scene isn't all its cut out to be,even though I constantly lust for its illustrious illusions and bright lights. I will work,move out and quit my day job once I feel the time is right. But that's a story for another time. For now dear reader,Get.Wit.It.Or.Blow!