I left home again but this time it was different, the night before had been filled with so much talk of the journey yet embarked. We had a lot to talk about, so many reasons to embark today, with laughs and giggles breaking each conversation. The hours where short and midnight soon reached with nothing more to do than retreat to bed I retired to sleep, drawing a deep breath and falling onto the bed I was soon embraced by the soft and soothing nature of the mattress, its hold so strong I couldn’t help but sleep.
The night soon pass and day was gradually breaking, the sound of the alarm awoke a sense of duty in me… making to rise I realize how weary I was for a journey yet began, even a word of prayer couldn’t make it way out of my lips, I laid back, staring at the fan make it tireless move round its static point in the ceiling. After several minutes of brooding, I made for the bathroom, minutes later I was ready to leave.
Standing in the sitting room and watching the gloomy faces around me, I dared not to ask why it was so because I carried one too. I took a careful and final look at the wall as I turned round, savoring every face I see, every image hung on the wall. At that moment I realized how a photograph could steer up a million thought surrounded by memories. The hollowness of every corner of the room made me realize the legacy I left behind may not be enough to stir only happiness and smiles on the faces of those left. With every ounce of blood in me, I made for the door ready to shut back the days as I pass through; I said to me ‘they are all but a previous chapter’. All the way down the stairs Made me remember when I had first mounted those steps in so much anticipation of the world in stock for me. All the way to the waiting taxi, grasping my suitcase on my right hand and an envelope on my left hand. I stopped at the opened doors, made a turn to steal a final glance at the mansion before me, an act I never do because those mansions make me realize how small and vulnerable I am.
I managed a smile, finally boarded the taxi and watched from behind how the big mansion became smaller until it was out of sight as the driver zoomed off.
Staring ahead in space I meditated these famous words ‘home is where the heart finds rest’ and I found the weight of its truth heart crushing. Tears streamed down my cheeks and rested on my blouse, forming an irregular circle there, I paid attention to everything and nothing, the journey was long and quiet, I heard nothing but my silent sniffs, even the lousiness of the highway were drowned in my thoughts.
Squeezing the envelope in one hand and wiping my tears with the other, I straighten myself, carefully opened the envelop and stared at my reward which reminded me of who I am A traveller sent to serve others.
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