Just for Today
Just for today, I wanna be my moms' little gal, with no cares or concerns. I want to sleep in with no worries of traffic jams, deadlines for projects, targets, KPI reports or plans for June to put in place. I want to shop for a good book I can curl up with and read from start to end, while enjoying a nice chocolaty cake and coffee so aromatic and so dark , it reminds you of those days of blackouts in Nairobi.
Just for today, I want to transverse the countryside without any worries of mugging, rape or being murdered. I want to sit near the river and listen to the frogs tell stories as the water gurgles downstream and the wind gently rustles the reeds. I want to climb trees, sit up there and survey the landscape and throw stones with no worry of how inappropriate that would be for someone my age. I want to compete at the game of identifying the different birds from sound and color, the different weeds and small weird looking bugs. I want to hunt for worms without thinking how yucky that is. I want to attempt to count the number of little feet you can find on a centipede.
Just for today, I want to run barefoot and feel the wind rush by and my hair flying in the wind. I want to sit around the fire as dinner cooks, singing songs and telling tales my grandmother taught, falling over in laughter at the funny tongue twisters getting my tongue in a twist and the riddles so long forgotten. And in a short while, it will seem, listen to the fire have it's turn at crackling a story, so warm that sleep comes so quickly and all too soon it's time to kiss the night goodnight, filled with so much nostalgia for the day it has been. Wishing to prolong it just a little more, to build more memories.
Just for today, let me have a childhood experience that is more than a memory. JUST FOR TODAY.
Just for today, I want to transverse the countryside without any worries of mugging, rape or being murdered. I want to sit near the river and listen to the frogs tell stories as the water gurgles downstream and the wind gently rustles the reeds. I want to climb trees, sit up there and survey the landscape and throw stones with no worry of how inappropriate that would be for someone my age. I want to compete at the game of identifying the different birds from sound and color, the different weeds and small weird looking bugs. I want to hunt for worms without thinking how yucky that is. I want to attempt to count the number of little feet you can find on a centipede.
Just for today, I want to run barefoot and feel the wind rush by and my hair flying in the wind. I want to sit around the fire as dinner cooks, singing songs and telling tales my grandmother taught, falling over in laughter at the funny tongue twisters getting my tongue in a twist and the riddles so long forgotten. And in a short while, it will seem, listen to the fire have it's turn at crackling a story, so warm that sleep comes so quickly and all too soon it's time to kiss the night goodnight, filled with so much nostalgia for the day it has been. Wishing to prolong it just a little more, to build more memories.
Just for today, let me have a childhood experience that is more than a memory. JUST FOR TODAY.
