Friday, September 19, 2008

All About Nadia

I opened my eyes as the sun rays filled the room and I glanced at the digital clock by my bedside, 6.29 it showed. I sighed and rolled over thinking to myself "it's darn too early for me to be awake". I wondered why my room was so bright at 6.29 in the morning. Sigh... as I covered my head, struggling to hold on to the last shreds of unconciousness. "Darn!" I swore as my alarm went off, I forgot to turn it off last night when I got in. Why didn't I? It was Saturday, wasn't it?

I slowly arose swinging my legs to the side of the bed. "Aarrh, Mr sleep has left the building". I struggled to get my balance as I got on my feet quite suddenly and stumbled to the bathroom. I felt sore everywhere. My skin stung, i felt as if i had a million fire ants strategically placed all over me. Flashes of light.. "What happened to me?". More flashes.. I tried to replay all the events of the previous day as my head thumped to an unknown rythym. The more i tried to recall the thicker the fog became.

I opened the first aid cabinet above the sink and took out a pack of aspirin, downed a couple then splashed some water on my face. Flashes.. "Ouch!" My head throbed and my body ached. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I noticed a few wrinkles at the corner of my eyes. I thought to myself "Nadia, you are aging and fast".

There again, Flashes... THE VOICE breaking... more flashes... the throbing increased... voices.... .... gas... fire... the screaming... blood... that darn music.... "No!!!" It hit me as I screamed then it all came crashing down. "What have I done?" "What have I done?" I asked an empty room as tears rolled down my face....

30 years ago.....


You know, Friday is truly the best day of the week. No matter the traffic I encounter on my way to work, the issues that arise or challenges that are thrown my way, it doesnt matter cuz I know it's Friday and NOTHING can weigh me down.

Friday is like the number 8, which signifies new beginnings. Yes, it does! Friday signifies the end of the working week as it ushers in the weekend.

Oh how the thought of the weekend gladens my heart. Being away from the confines of my office, suits and high heeled shoes which pinch my toes. Where everyone puts up a facade, some more than others. Where freedom is in its true form a taboo.

Oh the joys of waking up late, wearing my bubu @ home, lazing about the house (barefooted) and watching movies until i loose consiousness of reality. How I love the weekends, knowing i am the king and my time is subject to me.

Then comes Sunday when we awake thinking about the end of the weekend and the beginning of the working week. Aarrh!!! Worship in the morning and depression in the evening. Why can't we have 3-day weekends?? Why does the dreaded Monday morning always come so soon? What did we really achieve over the weekend?? What does the new week hold for us? Why didn't we complete that task on Friday in our bid to rush off into the weekend? All these questions......

Well, Friday and I intend to make the most of it and thoroughly enjoy it.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

It's been a while.....

Sigh.... It's been a while, hasn't it??

I wonder why I haven't spent time with you all this while. Laziness? Forgetfulness? or was it the dreaded Writer's block?? I wonder...

Sigh.... It's been a while, hasn't it??

I often ponder over the events of the last 9 months and I'm so thankful. Am I? Oh yes I truly am.

We all think we have seen it all (or the most of it) but we just keep on getting shocked. Shocked? Yes shocked I was and shocked I have been and shocked I still am.

People are so deep, filled with a lot of evil. Oh yes they are!

Why are we (yes WE) so dishonest?? Why so fraudulent?? Why so deep?? Hmm....

This is best left for another day.

Sigh..... It's been a while but I'm glad to be back.