Love at the Circus

Circus

Look around at the circus,

And what do you see?

Laughter and happiness

All around you.

 

Look around at the circus,

And what do you see?

Smiling faces and locked eyes

All around you.

 

Look around at the circus,

And what do you see?

Love and kisses

All around you.

 

Look around at the circus,

And what do you see?

Couples and starry nights of togetherness celebrated

All around you.

Oh no!

A blank page stared up at her face or was she staring down at the blank page of her diary.  It was already eight ‘clock and there was nothing written down. She took her work diary out of her briefcase and lo and behold, it was empty of appointments.  Had her secretary forgotten what a busy day is was going to be?

All this thinking and wondering had taken up a good hour.  She hadn’t bathed or had her breakfast when she answered the intercom.  The concierge’s voice echoed “Miss Godfrey, your car has arrived.”  For a moment she didn’t know what to say.  She heard  voice again, “Are you alright, shall I ask the chauffeur to wait?”

“Yes, yes, do that Charlie” Miss Godfrey spoke at last then headed for the shower. She is never late, good time management is one thing she lectures everyone about, so what is happening today?  Why should dependency on a diary be so great that she seem not to be functioning?

When she got to the office, a strange thing happened.  Everyone clapped as if she had been promoted or won the lottery.  She stood there totally perplexed.  Someone brought out a sash and draped it around her, she obliged too without any fuss. This is so out of character for her.  She looked at the sash and it had, ‘Miss Spontaneous’

“Oh no” she said loudly.  “Oh yes” came the reply from her co-workers.  She actually meant that, she had forgotten the day she herself suggested for everyone to do something spontaneous.  Well, she had unintentionally done it. but it wasn’t what she would have planned.

Best relationships, results or productivity comes from, for example, parents and children, bosses and employees who practice beneficence.

The Hospital Orderly

Orderly

He is a man about seventy years of age, tall with a slim gait.  It is his lovely welcoming smile that captivates all those who come to the hospital.  People often say that, just his presence makes them feel relaxed and  better.

He makes sure the whole place is neat and clean, for his age he is very agile and quick, going up and down the stairs doing his chores.   The children call him Mr Orderly because when they are bored and fidgety, he always has colouring books and pencils to bring their attention on to something other than crying or tantrums.

Generations of families know him, so when he did not turn up one day everyone became anxious, and the frequent knocking on the secretary’s door by enquirers of all ages exemplified how much he is loved and appreciated.

Good deeds never go unoticed

In polishing the fork, I polished my life too.

Fork

Setting the table for Dad’s meals was one of my earliest responsibilities.  The fork, the knife and the spoon had to be polished with Brasso.   If that wasn’t available then good old ash from the charcoal burner did a great job too.  It was a laborious task, but when finished off with a good wash and a dry cloth, the fork and the rest of the cutlery glimmered in the sunlight. The great satisfaction of a job well done brought a smile to my face.

Everything had to be done properly and set onto the writing cum dining table.  So the books and papers were moved into a neat pile at the top of the table. A place cloth covered the space to be used and I set the cutlery as Mum taught me.  The food was usually covered and wrapped up in a food cosy or a couple of special large tea towels or tray cloths, this was to keep it warm until Dad came home.  My Mum, my siblings, other family members  and I usually ate before he came but he always asked if everyone had eaten before he sat down to his meal. Us children couldn’t understand why he wanted cutlery for every meal.  Neither the cutlery or the table was exclusive to him, any of us could use them.  However, by culture each person had their own stool to seat on, which was usually ordered from the carpenter as soon as a child could safely sit without support.  There was also a set of mini tables available to be used singly for age groups or used together in a row like a long table for the family to sit and eat together.

As children, we felt certain foods tasted nicer using our fingers, which was the traditional way to eat anyway.  In order to pass the hand inspection we made sure our hands were cleaned very well, so that we would be allowed to eat. It’s a child thing to like using their fingers, as I have come to notice.  We still couldn’t eat in any messy way, there was and still is an etiquette to eating with your fingers, whether you ate by yourself or in a group.  Wooden cutlery was available but mostly for soups and porridge.  We especially liked Apkle and Fetri Dechi, a corn and cassava dough cooked to a soft texture and set in a ball shape.  This was served with okro/okra soup accompanied by fried or grilled chicken or beef or lamb or seafood.  It is quite delicious as a vegetarian meal too, without the meat or fish, with  spinach, mushroom or garden eggs/aubergine.  Am I making anyone hungry yet?  You’re all welcome to dinner.

I also soon came to understand, that just because a practice has been so for many years or even centuries, does not mean it should be or should not be changed.  Traditions still continue, sometimes going hand in hand with new ways of doing things. Without good reason or evidence people often resent change and rebel thereby retarding progress.  I am glad I have the choice to use cutlery or fingers just as I have the choice to make changes in my life for the better.  As I grew older I found the food tasted just as good when using a fork or other cutlery.  And through this household chore and many other similar experiences, my  character and disciplines have been formed to help me through the mastering of life events.

Countless Praises, Joys and Blessings.

Countless
Countless are our prayers, for our faith is strong.

All because of the Lord Our God we know.

“He will never leave you nor forsake you.”

 

Countless are our praises, for our joys are fulfilled.

All because of the Lord Our God we know.

“Be strong and courageous.”

 

Countless are our prayers, for our blessings are abundant.

All because of the Lord Our God we know.

“There is none like Him, and He will not allow His word to return to Him void.”

 

(Using the essence of Deuteronomy 3:16 and Isaiah 55:11)

In response to Daily Prompt-Countless.

Grains of Maize

It was only yesterday, that a junior school student was reflecting on what his group had worked on at school.  For the subject of Growth, Development and Environment, they were given  a pot plant of maize that had been sown from a single seed of grain.  He proceeded to tell me, maize is commonly known as corn and there are only six kinds now left in the world when there used to be 307 varieties a century ago.  It is mainly grown in United States of America.  Each child drew the maize plant in their book and labelled the parts.

I was given both facts I knew and did not know.  Of course we all know about the many varieties of corn or maize food products.  Hmm yum-yum.  Then there is its food additive role, its uses as ethanol.  What knocked me for six was finding out, that plastics  named polylactic acid  (PLA) plastic were being made from corn. The aim is get us all in the world away from the type of plastic that’s clogging the land, sea, rivers, pipelines etc. and to bring in biodegradable products.

I was very impressed at the fact that, they were being taught to care for the earth, for children are our future.