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Sunday, 4 September 2016

BROKEN CRAYONS STILL COLOUR


I've gat to learn this 'happy new month' thing o. I've missed you too. The Green Sheriffs did their first online exhibition from 26th August-2nd September. It was lit! Here's my contribution.

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Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t Humpty Dumpty together again
-  (LEWIS CARROLL’S Alice through the looking glass)

The way I see it, we all have our not so lighted side, the sides that still retain scars and stitches from our infamous brokenness. It gets sewn into us, into the very fabric of our person and like marriage, we become one with it. No doubt it costs us an arm and a leg.  Our feigned smiles and pathetic laughter do a nice piece of makeup job. It often makes up the blood and sweats that drips from our story. If you ask me, I think it makes us thick…yeah, I know you didn’t ask.

You see, we are humans and the offspring our fathers. We do well almost the only thing we’ve been taught; to fix everything that is broken around us…to try to fix them. But not all broken stuffs can be fixed. Not all should be fixed. It is not true that when it’s broken it is bad. It is fallacy that when it can’t be fixed it is useless. That it is hopeless. For that is the problem, the needless search for what already is. There’s hope for brokenness. There’s virtue in brokenness. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men shouldn’t bother fixing. I like the thought my colleague, Taygeeree holds about it. She says that broken crayons still colour. I couldn’t agree more!

Back in Ezoti primary school, I particularly loved whole color paints (crayons), kind of the way short girls love tall boys. To me, they were beautiful until they broke, then I’ll cast and bind them into least accessible region of my red back pack. The ugliness that was when it was broken distracted me from seeing the glory of what could become my painting. To me, it was damaged’. It was funny because right before my eyes, Eseosa (that boy sha) made the blood of the colour paints bleed into colourful pictures. He often annoyingly said that they were even easier to use. As I write this now, I realize that the problem was not with the ‘damaged’ colour paints, but with me. Unlike me, Eseosa understood that crayons will not always come whole. But either ways, it colours.

Life will give you your own fair share of yawa, so get used to it. Maybe you’ve carefully arranged your dreams, career, business to name a few, and life just crashed in and broke them fairly bad. At some point, life will break you. It will hand you a tragedy, the kind you’ve only seen happened to Cinderella, Okonkwo and Mara&Clara. It is then up to you pick up your broken remain and write a sequel. Scare life and write a comedy. I know it’s broken, but it can still be used! Maybe, just maybe humpty dumpty ain’t gone after all.
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Like I said before, I missed you too.