An ode to the creator
I feel it
Sometimes, it's when I take a short break from the cool air-conditioned comfort of the office to run an errand that puts me under the glare of a raging tropical afternoon sun
This evening, I felt it when music from my headphones transported me from the drudgery of Lagos rush-hour traffic into a concert by the Legendary Yanni
Sometimes, it's when Google automatically lets me know that there's traffic on my way home, or when it creates a meaningful media from my random pictures that make me find more meaning in an otherwise, random day
Yesterday, I felt it at the point when, while I was running and thought that I had nothing left in me to keep me going, a change in tempo from the music in my headphones infused me with sudden energy that helped me pick up speed from a low point
Sometimes, it's when I'm done with Number 2 on a comfortable WC and I flush and then, I compare the experience to doing this same thing in the bush or in a smelly pit latrine
Yesterday, I felt it when I commandeered a genocide of tailor ants that had overnight invaded the interior of my car, using a few sprays of an insecticide we take for granted now
What do I feel you ask?
Sometimes, it's when I take a short break from the cool air-conditioned comfort of the office to run an errand that puts me under the glare of a raging tropical afternoon sun
This evening, I felt it when music from my headphones transported me from the drudgery of Lagos rush-hour traffic into a concert by the Legendary Yanni
Sometimes, it's when Google automatically lets me know that there's traffic on my way home, or when it creates a meaningful media from my random pictures that make me find more meaning in an otherwise, random day
Yesterday, I felt it at the point when, while I was running and thought that I had nothing left in me to keep me going, a change in tempo from the music in my headphones infused me with sudden energy that helped me pick up speed from a low point
Sometimes, it's when I'm done with Number 2 on a comfortable WC and I flush and then, I compare the experience to doing this same thing in the bush or in a smelly pit latrine
Yesterday, I felt it when I commandeered a genocide of tailor ants that had overnight invaded the interior of my car, using a few sprays of an insecticide we take for granted now
What do I feel you ask?
