Divine Appointment

“Thank you driver,” I spoke with a crispy tone that melted the driver’s heart and he smiled back. I lightly manoeuvre off from the bus and stampede towards the Picadilly bus station.  While  I was walking, I realised  that they were some people who were watching me and I was brought to an immediate attention of two smiling faces of two women in their late fifties. They were both familiar faces and the smiles were intended for me, to attract, to invoke my spirits and to ignite my well being. I responded equivocally as I came towards their direction. The other lady was already on her feet, her hands wide open to embrace me. Swiftly I landed on her arms and she passionately hugged me forever. The word joy was written all over our faces. We looked at each other and hugged each other again, we laughed whilst the other woman was watching at us with an inviting smile. I greeted her later. And our flow of conversation moved smoothly that I was entangled by a short phrase that frequently came out of the mouths of the two women; “This is a divine appointment” they said as they looked at each other then on to me with authentic smiles that brightened the day  Happiness was the word to describe their feelings when they saw me. Their was a continuous super-flow of laughter and excitement.

“we were talking about you, and that we haven’t seen you for ages. And also we have a God’s ministry job, lined up for you. We thought you are the right candidate,as you always preach the word of God with passionate and provoking the sleeping devils to flee away. You are the one, the chosen one to be lined up with God’s work. You are full of fire. ” she concluded.  I listened attentively as I heard hip of praises bestowed on me. I wonder  what have I done to receive these praises. I was just a mere a human being but I was wrong as these two  characters had already defined me as God’s most loved child.

I questioned them why they were here at Picadilly and where they were going? The lady who had hugged me earlier, Mrs Bonzo, not her real name, spoke fervently that they were going to Salford Royal hospital to see her daughter who was admitted the night before. “Oh,Joy is in hospital I exclaimed. “yes she is but we thank God that it ‘s not serious.” I was relieved with the message and thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to the hospital. The driver dropped us at the main entrance. We walked slowly to the hospital and there we find her surrounded and chatting with other friends. we we re ushered onto the seats whilst the patient cried out with deep emotions.She cuddled us and soon she was at comfort, chatting with us and explaining to us what the doctors had discovered and how she is going to be treated.

After a while, Mrs Pafunge, not her real name, led us into prayer. Ten minutes later we were back to our seats,and we spend another thirty minutes with the patient  and we left for home. “It  was by divine appointment that we are all here, laughing.” said Mrs Bonzo with a huge smile.

Social network lead to “anti-social behaviour”

It’s quarter past five in the evening and I was standing at Picadilly Gardens bus station in Manchester. I stood in the crowd, observing what was going on. When I looked again and again it was like someone was writing a book in my mind because the message was so strong and irresistible and I noticed  all people around busy piercing their mobile phones both with eyes and their hands. The eyes were gripped on to the messages whilst the fingers gripped into typing back. Messages were floating to and from. Their minds glued on the in coming message, no personal greetings to a person standing by. It’s individualism and the phone. It hit me hard as I saw that nine in ten were on their mobiles.

I wondered where this world was leading us to; where it lacked sense of touch,  the voice,  which all had been stripped off and replaced by non verbal communication. I saw the ipads, the iphones,  the laptops, the tablets and so many serious faces  that dwindled over  these communication electronic  gadgets which lacked the vital ingredient the human touch, the human voice that displays emotions. For the first time I felt like I was seeing aliens who alienate themselves from body to body contact and concentrate more in the world that disentangle them,conveying inauthentic expression of feeling  that projects an image they want and building an illusion of their own.

Oh, how I missed the human interaction, the warmly handshake, the face to face illustrations, which is the core of human communication, once it’s rooted,enabling to form a good friendship based on trust, to develop confidence, to motivate and to minimise misunderstandings. How I missed the smiles and the engaging conversation that sweep up instantly, I thought. It was no longer the quality but the quantity of how to become popular, how many friends do I have comparing with my friends and the list is endless. It was authenticity against superficially. Slowly the social media is crippling the art  of personal touch, personal greeting over the electronic communication gadgets causing distractions, people not checking on their surroundings as they are completely disconnected.

As I looked again, I saw that people were lost in connection. Social media and social networking diminishes understanding, thoughtfulness , lacks emotional connection, minimises interaction skills hence these are key skills for communication. I thought it was food for thought as the social network lead us into “anti-social behaviour.” How would do you reverse as ninety percent of the population are clouded with the media gadgets all around them? I love an environment where a conversation can crop up.

How to release someone from electrocution point.

Two children were playing with live cables whilst they were bare footed. They were not aware of the dangers surround them and so it happened so quick and so fast,that the second child was caught up trying to help his mate as soon as he could but unfortunately luck ran out that day. He struggled to help him and he was quickly dying. Without thinking the child took desperate measure to rescue his friend from dying. He jumped up, throwing his body with much force as he could and grabbed his friend’s hands from the cable. The moment he touched his friend’s hands he was also electrocuted. It was the other child who saw it from a distance and he ran to the nearest classroom to call a teacher. He found one and came out together, the child gasping for air whilst pointing in the direction of the accident. The teacher was shocked to see two children lives catapulted. After a quick lecture, warning the child the dangers of touching the bodies of the two would lead him to his own death. He told him to stay afar whilst he ran home to pick a wooden cooking stick.

In a short time the teacher was back with a cooking stick. He hold the cooking stick firmly and up high, then with such a force he hit the hands of the victims and their bodies came down by force falling on each other. He looked at the dead bodies in silence and shook his head in disbelief that he had taught these boys in the morning before lunch time and now all was gone, just in a fraction. He had saved his life and the other boy whom he had vehemently denied the access to touch their bodies. He was relieved when he found the boy still sitting under a huge, tall gumtree and with the tears streaming down. We are the luckiest boy, otherwise we could have been the unfortunate ones if we did not use the wooden stick.”Why the wooden stick saved you from electrocuted?” asked the small boy. The teacher  was forced to bend down and come at the same  level of the boy’s height. ” That’s a good question,”  said the teacher,  patting the boy’s shoulders. The wood is a poor conductor of electricity therefore It catches  electricity at a very slow rate unlike our bodies which naturally have some water that carries dissolved ions which are automatically good conductors of heat  and that’s why it’s easy for one to be electrocuted.  So next time when that incident occurs again you know how you can protect yourselves and others from electrocution.

The Children and I at Sainsburys

The crowd gathered outside as the camera-man put himself into his job, ready to take photos, and to permanently gathering people’s memories as the camera flashed endlessly. It had a such unquenchable appetite to restore people’s memories and so were the people, whom seemed to be floating from an endless hole. But who is at the centre of attraction? It was the famous celebrity belonging to the “dwarf family”. She drew the attention and some of the Sainsburys workers were gathered together for a photo shot, whilst their white- crimson teeth were exposed randomly enhancing the atmosphere. I was just a passers-by while I observed these scenarios as I headed inside the Sainsburys shop in Hazel Grove.

   Inside, I picked up my basket and headed to  a different assorted shelves and pinched some few groceries for the day. Having done that  I went straight to the till and paid and little did I know that I had some audience waiting for me with smiles that lit up the skies and making my day a memorable one. At the next till was a young woman in her early thirties holding affectionately her 18 months old baby. She  smiled at me; “my baby has been smiling at you since she  first saw you,” she said with a cheerful face. And there she was, the little girl,with a pretty shy smiling face, facing at me with a loving melting heart. Immediately, I was filled with compassion and I asked the woman if I could lift up her baby. “Yes.” With a big smile I was granted the permission to hold the infant; who readily came up into my hands with a widely opened embrace that clung to my neck tightly.

  Before I know, two more mothers came to me with their children, all smiling. ” Our children  are smiling at you,”they said in unison; ” you seem to connect with the children easily,” said the another mother with a face that seemed to be written : Happiness is the answer to many things. I responded equally with a huge burbling smile . “Oh, my God, she is beautiful. Isn’t she?” Oh,yes, she is,” said the crowd. I laughed with the crowd and soon I intermingled with the fathers, mothers, children, grandmothers , brothers and sisters. Children wore adorable smiles as they touched me, stroked my hair, played the hi-fives with my hands, brushed their soft skin against my cheeks and above all wanting to tell me stories of what they did, their plans for the weekend and the list was endless.

  Things were moving fast and soon I realised it was a dejavu of what I had seen earlier when the adults gathered around Silvia the celebrity. I was naturally a celebrity in my own rights, surrounded  with the children who purely loved me and played around me. I have always cherished the moments like this which leaves me with satisfaction. I left Sainsburys without the intend to do so. Here I was at home, where I am loved by children with their parents, where we all felt we have known each other for a life time.

 

Skeleton Under The Woollen Hat.

The day was cloudy and a few patches of blue sky were revealing. I stood leaning against the steel pole, whilst waiting for the bus to take me to my destination. I started to move about as to strengthen my legs and as usual like an eagle my eyes were alert of the surroundings, hovering and surfacing far beyond the horizon, searching for a prey and within a few seconds I had found one; the one to follow, the one to lead me into the real skeletons of lives , an old white couple in their mid sixties, sitting quietly and gazing at each other with talking eyes. The woman’s behaviour intrigued me, more than anything else. She wore a bulldog’s face ready to attack but the one to be attacked is silently subdued. He felt the need to talk before the woman spit out her venomous words. His woman looking angrily hissed out the words as if it wasn’t enough she grabbed his ears and pinched them hard and so quickly, leaving the man fuming and embarrassed. He calmly searched for spectators whether they have seen what he just gone through unfortunately there was one who mentally videoed the whole episode and he instinctively knew that I must have seen it,  he looked at me, he then pulled over his hat to cover  the now red marked ears. He felt pain and I felt for him. How could this old man live under such a stressful life with a woman who physically and emotionally abuse him? “It is love, I heard a voice in me saying that. Love endures forever.” it added. This old man I was looking, looked sad and embarrassed but still he tried to sooth his wife, I guessed; of which his luck ran out that day; the  woman quickly stood  up and walked very fast and soon the husband was on his feet following in the direction of his woman. He caught up with her but she was still in denial and she vehemently showed that there no conversation coming up to an agreement. She was just like a whirlwind, blowing everything that passes by, she nearly had an accident with the bus that was coming in her direction.She paced and tossed up her coat in stampede to flea away from her husband, the husband whom she had pinched, abused, battered and tolerated every rough hill that she made him to pass through. I watched the white couple disappearing in the nearby buildings.

Now, I understood the skeletons of wearing the hat, the hat had covered a lot of the things that are unquestionable or unanswerable by protecting his wife’s behaviour whilst he endured perpetual pain. It was there in his eyes, pain and embarrassed could have swallowed him up if I did not pretend not to have seen it. In my culture, they say: Hakuna musha usina gonzo. It literally means there is no a  community without a mouse. Difficult problems arises in each household and how you face it, is different.  A same problem may arise but the way we solve it as individuals is different that we come up with different solutions to a one problem.