Monday blues are here today! Woke up this morning wanting to roll over, find that spot on the mattress that is home and return to whatever it was I was enjoying in my dream. I was actually shooting 3 pointers, which is strange because I haven’t played basketball in over 10 years!
I then remember how hard it is out there. I recall the fact that 2.68 million unemployed Brits (January 2012) would love the opportunity to be able to travel to a place of work this morning. It reminds me of a little tale my grandfather (Papa) told me one late evening in Jamaica. I was going through some difficult times. I decided to get on a plane and go see my folks.
The sun was setting. As the sunlight begun to fade, it was though Papa could see the facade of happiness dimming in my eyes. Golden flares of butter bokeh attached themselves to every hovering particle around us like disorientated fireflies. He sat on an old bench. The aged wood reflected the deep wrinkles in his wise expression. He looked at me through his trademark squint, then looked away and spoke, without introduction or explanation; the way old men pull out poignant wisdom and dress it up in prosaic normality.
‘A man left the island and worked and worked. Night and day he worked to save his money, just so he could send it back to build a home for his wife and children. He was away in the cold. Every month he would send his money home. His wife would send him photographs of the their home. After many years and many cold winters, when he received a picture showing the home almost finished, he bought his return ticket and said goodbye to the cold.
When he returned to his village. He found his best friend, the man who he had employed to build the house, was now living in the home. His children were calling his best friend ‘Daddy’ and his wife refused to speak to him. The man fell to pieces. He walked the streets and became insane. After some days, he saw the tallest banana tree. He decided that that very evening, he would climb to its top, eat his last ever banana and hurl himself off. So he did as he planned. He climbed to the top of the tree. Plucked the biggest banana and ate. He took the skin and threw it down on the ground way below. As he watched it land, he readied himself to jump, when he noticed an old man on his hands and knees; clearly paralysed. He watch as the old man dragged himself closer to the spot where he would almost certainly hit the ground and meet his fate. This took some minutes. Curiosity and fear for the old man held him in the tree. He watched in silence and disbelief as the old man picked up the banana skin and started to eat it! The man seeing this, cried. After many silent tears, he slowly climbed back down the tree.
In all situations give thanks. It could always be worse.’