Birthdays are days to celebrate, laugh, love and be happy. However, when you are turning the big 20; things get a little hazy. When I was fifteen, I did not decipher why one would lie about their age; more so when an older person quotes a lower age. “Why don’t you concede that you are 29 and not 24 as you claim” It did not make sense; I found it ludicrous. At fifteen, most if not all of us (more so, us who embrace fantasy like it’s family) had the dream of driving at twenty four. Do I still have that dream? Well, unless you hear of a bank robbery that took place successfully without the gangster using ammunition or any other form of menace. Then yes, that dream is still valid.
I had written a long list on plans I had for my birthday. I had earlier envisioned my birthday week to be busy with fun activities taking place simultaneously. I am spontaneous in nature. I can make plans with you then seconds later, put off our plans. I am at times afraid that I might say no after saying yes when my future husband proposes. Wait, this is a bad analogy, strike this and replace it with…I am at times afraid that I might join the convent then leave days later to go search for my prince charming. So, by now you should know that my birthday week is nothing close to what I had envisaged.
My great grandma passed on last night. I try to find some space alone and get myself overwhelmed with emotions, but deep down I feel that she needs to rest in peace together with her late husband. She was above 80 years. She was a good woman; she fought the good fight and ran the race. She had the opportunity to see and spend time with her kids, grandkids and even great grandkids; which is more than a blessing. It was a life well lived. If I would describe her using one word, then that would be-happy. I imagine that at 19, I laugh so loudly and irritatingly but trust me my laughs are contagious 🙂 and even show my spaced dental formula. At 80, I will not be making the same laugh; my laugh will probably be whizzing and strained with a hint of soprano and I will be showing an almost empty dental formula. Perhaps as payback for all the candies I will have spoilt my teeth with.
Valentine Nekesa, the 19 year old Blaze winner and a former schoolmate in high school will tell her kids, grandkids and great grandkids that she became a millionaire at 19. I wonder what I will tell my kids, grandkids and great grandkids. That I owned a blog account at 18 which I am not consistent with? That at 19 I write blog posts and fictional stories during lecture time when I find the lecture (not the lecturer) boring? That I am not sure if the course i’m taking is something I enjoy studying? That I am still struggling with my cooking skills and all I do with my mama in the kitchen is ask about her childhood? That my bank account is screaming “Someone please save me from this desolate dungeon”? That I still have not crammed my national ID number and most of the times have no idea where it is? That at 19, I once went back to the tailor’s shop to give him a piece of mind when he charged a higher amount than what we had agreed; even after thinking that I should let that slide?
But instead, I will let them know that breakthroughs take time and that turning a year older is more than a blessing which they should be happy about. That the most important thing is that they learn to be: patient, kind, contented with the present, celebrate their successes however little they might seem and hopeful that the future will be brighter; because this is what I learnt from my beautiful great grandma. To be happy always; which in German we say it as sei glucklich.
So, sei glucklich beautiful people!