Friendship

We used to journey down the stairs To what looked like a garage Found a little crevice in the cemented ground And sowed two seeds of beans The daily shower of love And the helplessness that contorted our faces the moment its green began to yellow Triple our initial investment, it did give Mother could not have been prouder Etched into my memory Are the days of fetching water two blocks away How horribly we tied our ‘osukas’ The struggle for hydro-equilibrium And how we got home with half the amount No matter how hard we tried ...

These last couple of months have been pretty remarkable for me. Apart from the fact that I became more accommodating towards not reaching personal expectations; I learnt to reverse my line of thought on very fundamental issues and most especially had to accede to the fact that being juvenile comes with a little (just a little) touch of stupidity. I clearly recall from unguarded comments I uttered yesteryears where I openly belittled the very idea of summer school. In my defense though, the rough idea I had about summer school was one that was run by some private universities in my country and I was made to believe students usually bought their way through. But I guess karma didn’t see it from my perspective at all; and as such, it didn’t take her too long to locate me in my freshman year at college. ...