Chronicles of ajidara – The Centre-Piece #1Temitope Oyetunji
COMPOSITION – MYSELF
I am a lady of the arts
Brilliant, gorgeous, multi-talented and fabulous one
Who am I not to be?
I am a child of God
My playing small does not serve the world
I am a Light
A city set on the hill that cannot be hidden
On paper, I am a writer and a painter
I work with a double tipped pen filled with ink and colour
I write words with the ink
And I paint the words in different colours
Colours of realism and optimism
Colours of humour and candour
The multihued expose which results
Reflects the beauty of the creative mind
With which the creator has blessed me
My mind and hand are the best of friends
They work with such a synergy
Difficult to segregate
But there’s also a distinct connection
Between my hand and my spirit
So that the things I write
Are not only products of my artistic mind
But also dictations from my recreated human spirit
From where the words gush
Like rivers of living water
I write about my convictions
Ever strong and compelling
I write about my life
Ever dramatic and peculiar
I write songs
Lyrics which rise from the depths
Of my encounters and experiences
I am an avid narrator
My tales never fail to amuse my readers
As expected I act pretty well too
Ever intriguing my audience
On stage, I am a singer and a preacher
I sing not with the sweetest voice
But with a voice recognized by the One
To whom I sing
Strumming the strings of my guitar
Or making rhythms with the microphone
My hands never remain still
As I sing the way I know how
Ask me questions about the message I preach
And then I may stutter
But place me before an audience
And my fears dissolve
My stuttering tongue becomes fluent
And I don’t stop
Until I infect my audience
With the same passion
The same life, the same light
I have received
In everyday life, I’m just a human like any other
With faults and weaknesses
But I have One on whose strength I rely
Who has adorned me with grace
And made me an ambassador of the same
Arts is what I love to do
It numbs my pain and makes me high
I am a lady of the arts
I am out to inspire
And all I’m doing now
Are only rehearsals for what is yet to come
Because where I come from
Our lights never dim
We only shine brighter and brighter
Until we are called back to the city of Lights
From where we came
COMMON SENSE SPEAKS
Would you then help me ask this self-acclaimed lady of the arts what she’s doing in med school?
Wouldn’t one have thought that she would have chosen more related disciplines in the arts?
But no! She didn’t. She chose Medicine. Me-di-cine! – sickness, disability, death! Now, how does that sync with the picture of herself she has just painted?
I think she is confused and I’m not surprised.
When in SS 1 she was placed in arts class based on an aptitude test, she started crying and ran home to daddy.
Concerned daddy went with her to see the vice principal who agreed to put her in science class after much persuasion.
But after a while when chemical equations and equilibrium of forces began to intimidate her, she started wondering how she would have enjoyed just reading literature and studying history.
When again she was admitted into the University for Pure and Applied Chemistry based on her pre degree result, this time she ran to mummy.
Influential mummy saw to it that the vice-chancellor smuggled her into Medicine, through a private supplementary list which never saw the insides of a notice board.
But after a while again when she found out how different anatomy, physiology and biochemistry were from biology which she loved, she started wishing she had simply studied microbiology.
And now, still stuck in med school while her mates are either working their way up their careers or starting families, her eyes are finally opened to her artistic potentials.
And she can’t stop wishing she didn’t have big medical books vying for the time she would have gladly spent writing or making music.
If you ask me, this stupid girl should have simply gone through art class where she would have discovered her talents early enough, honed it and by now be on her way to becoming a compound mega star.
Better still if she had stuck with the five year course she was admitted for, she would have since finished school and would have had some time to pursue what she loves to do before other responsibilities came knocking.
But now that she’s sentenced to a life of emergencies, call duties, unending studying; which she must do in combination with mothering and wifing, she’s telling us about writing stories….and preaching….and singing….
Tell me, how on earth does she intend to do all these? Wait a minute! I think she intends to convert hospital wards to her stage with patients as her audience. I can’t stop laughing!
To be continued
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