MY FANTASY BREATHES…AND REALITY KNOCKS #OH DEAR (Part II)

Then he stopped in front of her and smiled down into her face; that famous megawatt lopsided grin that the cameras were quite familiar with!

He stopped in front of her and reached up and touched her cheek…her cheek!!! Oh heck…she must be a puddle on the tarred floor already, and if she wasn’t, she must be made of stronger stuff than she thought. She was never going to wash that cheek. Period.

She gripped the railings tightly and tried to get a grip on herself; gather her scattered wits.

He said something to her and she had to crane her neck to hear him better; then she broke into a smile so wide, a Cheshire cat would have been proud of her.

But that wasn’t all. The final sweet straw came when he drew her into his embrace…embrace, not hug!

She latched on like a leech and enjoyed it for a total of three seconds so that when he released her she was momentarily stunned; to say the least.

Her friends would nearly die of jealousy…wait till they hear!

When he made to move on to the next crazy fan, she pulled on his arm, 

No, Please wait a sec…autograph, pleeease!

Then she rudely yanked the marker out of the hand of the mooning elderly lady next to her and shoved it into his palm, before pulling her shirt up halfway for him to sign on her belly. If she’d told him to sign on her arm, her Mama would see it and she’d definitely get grounded…eternally.

She could only hope none of her Mama’s friends were here, else her Mama’d surely hear about it and  would give her butt such a tanning, she wouldn’t soon forget it.

She prayed fervently that the marker was permanent. That’ll be the closest she would ever come to having a tattoo with the sort of mama she had. Not that her Mama would be seeing her belly anyway. Crop tops were banned in her unconventional home.

She sighed when he finished signing and shot her a smile before leaving.

She couldn’t believe her wonderful stroke of good fortune.

The sun seemed to shine brighter than ever and she felt slightly light-headed. 

Then she turned around, albeit mournfully and fought her way out of the now-thickened crowd.

As soon as she was able to breathe in fresh gulps of air, she tried to remember where she had been headed before the wonderful, wonderful occurrence which just happened.

Then it hit her like a freight train.

Wait…Mama! The store…oh dear, and Mama was having some important guests over this evening. Her mind was as blank as…as whatever. 

She couldn’t recall what she was supposed to go get…some veggies or something…of course, she was dead. 

Nothing good ever came to her that easy! Cozying up to her old time idol crush meant sacrificing her neck on her Mama’s good ol’ choppin’ block.

A nice butt-tanning awaits you your majesty, she told herself wryly.

So what was she going to do at the store? Mope and admire the wooden shelves and moon at the shiny containers?

Someone’s in major trouble

She trudged up the hill towards the store…purposeless.

*clears throat loudly*

Errmm…sorry to jack you out of fun land…

…so that is the end of my story…don’t hate on me, ehn?

OK, I know it is nothing much but, hey! I tried, right? 

I’m a writer and we writers tend to get carried away with our stories at times. Can’t blame us. It’s in the writing gene…or maybe in our brain. Ask us for a page and you’ll get an epic novel! Editors, get to work!

The only way to remove this writers’ trait may be through a major brain surgery but I will have to beg off…I happen to like this trait too much so, NO SURGERIES PLEASE, THANKS!

Back to the point.

I wrote that short story for you just so you could get a point…the very last word in the story: Purposeless.

The whole story was meant to make you understand the main theme of this post.

Now, this is not one of my major posts, but then again, it may be the most major of them all.

Whatever you are doing, please can you drop it for a minute? Except for reading this page of course.

Pause and take a deep breath in…then out. Thanks.

Please, work with me. *Self-examination mode activated*

Now look at what you are doing … (you are reading this page) and ask yourself if it is serving you any purpose. Ask yourself if it is worth your while…ask yourself if that is what you ought to be doing at the moment. Thus far, besides enjoying yourself (which I’m sure you are *winks*), is this serving any purpose?

Your Purpose: A Useful Life!

Now, that done please look around you and survey the friends around you. Are they the people you want to be surrounded by? Are they the friends that drive you to want to become a better person or do they plain drive you to crazy distraction?

Besides the whole “Birds of a feather flock together” thingy, are they real friends who are worth your while or are they people you could as well do without since they serve no meaningful purpose?

I’m not going to say you shouldn’t have fun…after all, that is the spice of life, but then if you overdo it, you just might end up becoming a joker.

Do you constantly find yourself asking yourself why you are doing what you are doing and questioning everything? If that is the case you may need to re-strategize. Take a step back and look at your life as if it belonged to someone else and ask yourself if you are making an impact on your world.

We all are on a race track called ‘Life’ and I don’t know about you, but I am not about to rest on my oars and let life travel by without me while I just trudge forward, dragging my feet in the soil. Here’s what I intend to do: March forward with purpose, ensuring that I leave note-worthy and visible exemplary foot-prints in the sands of time.  - Subulola Jiboye