DO YOU REMEMBER?
Do You Remember!
Like a typical farmer my father was,
the man simply and passionately dropped his seeds into the fertile garden and
left everything else to nature.
It is never the duty of the farmer to keep
digging out the planted seed, checking if it has taken roots already.
Remember, some things are better off
when left completely in the care and embrace of nature!
Now, it takes a little while for the ground
to bond with the seed before any germination could take place.
Nothing will happen until the very
seed corrupts and dies before any signs of new offshoots can be seen.
Hello. This was me in the making and
germinating within my mother’s blessed womb.
Like in the case of my father, my
mother too; remained oblivious to the volcanic swelling developing until one
fine morning.
She woke up feeling nauseous and extremely
dizzy. This was me officially putting my mother on notice… I am coming!
From this point onwards, my mother knew
she was no longer alone and had to be mindful of her every step.
After all, I was the eighth child to my
dear mother. I was coming fast like the twister. This was the time when I was
just a big thinking heart. Every heartbeat became a projection, coming with a
limb or two.
I find it very fascinating how the
heartbeat was able to stretch all this mucous and jelly-like blob into the work
of art.
Do I have any memories left in my mind
which were indelibly painted by my heart during the digging of my foundation?
Well, I don’t know for sure; except
for the fact that I find myself porous and watered down with these unfamiliar thoughts
and words.
I hear these whispers from the four winds
and start writing possessively.
Dear God in Heaven. I really have no
idea why my heart is sometimes flooded with these unfathomable thoughts, all
fetal and babyish unheard adventures of the future world!
Do you remember? This is always the first
question that crosses my mind as I sit down in desperate attempt to contemplate
the task ahead; of putting these incongruent sentences together.
Do you remember? Can you tell just
how many twists and turns inside that blob it took your heart to map out the
whole structure of your body?
Can you figure out the time, days and months
it took in total?
Dear heart. One thing I know for sure
is that you are the preeminent supreme part of my life, my body could not have
been put together without your marching beats!
Even to this day, after all these decades,
my feet are still marching to your inimitable drumbeat!
Nothing in this life can compete
with the heart without a heart. The heart is the light, the day and the breeze
needed to calm all our fears.
Do you remember that at birth, the baby
coughs, sneezes, and cries almost at the same time?
This is Mother Nature, the greatest
natal matron; receiving the baby saying, “Welcome to my world my child, cry no more for I am here for you in
every step of the way!”
From the first crawl to the first staggered
rise and fall of this determined baby doing everything in its power to stand
unassisted; culminating in the audacious first step taken in sheer confidence
as this baby giggles with unsurpassed joy!
Do you remember the first day you
took off in those quick and successive steps mimicking your very first run?
Everything up to this far has been achieved unconsciously through
this baby’s bravado and dream to meet the world.
Nothing gives me joy and fills me
with so much beauty in my heart, when the Spirit dials back my life into the
baby mode I once was.
Living in the world filled with babies reminds
me that God Emmanuel, is still with us.
Do you remember? Please, oh please,
cried the Preacher… keep the heart!
Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out
of it are the issues of life. Your heart is the memory and the clock of your
life in this life.
In the beginning, it was the heart
which heralded your arrival in these shores; it will be the heart still,
reminding and whispering to your ears… “Your days are about to fold up, it’s
time to go back Home!”
Remember this now. It was life in the
beginning, in the intermediate, and life will be at the end of your life on
this side of Heaven.
Incredibly it is life everlasting
calling yonder the grave into the Hereafter with God, your Creator who will
determine your eternal space.
Do You Remember Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
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