Gloria: Hey my loves, Merry Christmas, I hope you saved my turkey ’cause I’m coming for it next week. Here’s an article by a talented young adult named Boluwatife Marie, she’s my baby sister (this thing is genetic yo!) show her some love by dropping your comments, will you? Here goes:
Hi, everyone. It’s Christmas again, or rather, it was Christmas. I should know because I’m one of those Christmas freaks who go uber crazy for everything festive. The smells, the decorations, the food, everything, really…My younger sister hates this side to me, this hyper happy-go-lucky side that’s overly excited and constantly irritating. She’s always asking “Why are you like this?” I don’t know, really, although I highly suspect it has something to do with all those Christmas cartoons I saw as a kid – A Christmas Carol, Polar Express, An All Dogs Christmas Carol – name it, I saw it. But if I can’t be happy this Christmas, when can I be? When can any of us be? With all the mess with the heightened fuel price, late salaries, terrorist attacks and generally sorry state of the nation’s affairs, the way I see tim the decapitated chicken singing “Feliz Navidad” is the least of our worries.
Well, this festive season, as we await the New Year, I’m supposed to write a piece about New Year resolutions and Taylor Swift’s “Fifteen” drifts to mind about all the things we plan to do, She really had it one time, didn’t she? Anyway, year after year, we beat ourselves up making plans, re-prioritising already made ones, cancelling out a load of others. Often times, at the end of the year, we’re still left wondering hoe time flew by because our lists are just as heavy as they were when the year started. So, I decided we were gonna talk about the resolutions alright, but with al little twist, hence, the title. Now, I’m not talking about those plans we made to quit smoking or eat healthier or quit putting up with someone who make our lives living hell or to make more productive use of our time. Those are some resolutions you wanna keep, seriously. I’m talking about those ones when you promised yourself you were gonna be employee of the year this yar, the straight As student that would make Daddy proud, that you were gonna start that business. be independent, or that you were gonna stop being such a pushover and stand up to that really mean lady. Maybe it was a Visa you wanted, or probably, like me, to write the breakout novel of 2015. Some grand dream, huh? I’m kidding.
Seriously, though, sometimes, we’re actually really, reeeeeally close to achieving these resolutions but for one tiny mistake we most likely could have avoided. You’re holding that breath, praying for a miracle, hoping that everything will fall into place. You definitely cannot be accused of being lethargic became you really did try but Daddy is saying “I’m disappointed in you” or maybe you’re the one saying it to yourself. Well, guess what? It’s okay not to be okay. This festive season, let’s tell ourselves, “My life’s on courde, what can I do if I don’t hold the compass?” I learnt that from a really impatient caterpillar called Hermie. He wanted to become a butterfly so hard he forgot that God wasn’t finished with him yet. It’s called the “Human Race” for a reason and I don’t hold credit for saying this, some really smart person did, but we’re only human and maybe, just maybe, that’s our saving grace. Why worry? In the sage words of Mrs Jenkins to Pocahontas, fate has a way of arranging what’s right anyway.
This is my present to you this Christmas, tot ell you to live more, smile more, and just give yourself a break. Heaven knows you deserve it with all the weight of the world on your shoulders. As a matter of fact, like the wordings of that Jason Mraz’s song I love so much, I’m Yours, it’s our God intended right to be loved, to be happy.
Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year for all it’s worth.
Boluwatife Marie.
