I’m sucking tea through a straw…
Sucks big time. Pun intended.
Seriously… after years and years of gulping down my coffee and
tea – progressing from when I was about 7
years old and blowing furiously to cool the tea in those tin mugs of boiling milk-teas
handed out in a dark and smoke filled hut huddled next to the fire by ‘shosho’ [yes, I got a shock too when
first given that spelling of cúcú
by a dot comer], to sipping from dainty
tea cups made of porcelain in international 5***** hotels, and more recently
advancing to huge vessels of coffee in stainless steel mini-thermoses that keep
the coffee/tea hot from kitchen tabletop to office desk!!
No. I stopped sucking hot liquids when I was a toddler…
[@£$£@%] …
wait –
Let me amend that sentence –
I stop sucking hot liquids through
a straw when I was a toddler.
.......!!!!
But, I don’t have a choice because, well, I got a tooth
extracted from my lower jaw early this morning, and I’m hungry but I can’t EAT.
And while I’m sucking tea through a straw and realizing that it sucks big time
I’m wondering if I should simply go all the way and hang a bib round my neck
too??
…aarrgghh!!!
Well – at least the tooth is out…its been in there for quite
some time without any fillings and stuff – that has been a plus. How many of
you can boast a tooth older than 48 with no fillings? HA!! [Nyakio strutting
like a PeaHen – not PeaCOCK – I want to be politically
correct here ..hahaha hahahaa!!]
.. but yesterday during a meeting I almost collapsed in pain
when the tooth- after a month or so of utter painlessness - suddenly sent what
amounted to a nuclear-atom-bomb arsenal of pain from my tooth straight to
brain. For some reason my ear was also affected – wah - my eyes went red and I
think I look crazed and fazed because when I later on told Boss Man that I was going to get
said tooth hauled out, he nodded in solemn wisdom and sprouted wise words, ‘yes,
it’s impossible to think when you have a toothache’.
Halleluyah!! Someone UNDERSTANDS!!
What I found weird though as I lay down last night to try and
sleep (it proved impossible), is that we often do this to ourselves – we wait until
the last desperate second to rid ourselves of a problem that we could probably
have dealt with in a less excruciating manner.
Oh well, we’re humans.
98% of us wait till we’re desperate.
It could be anything. The problem that is.
Your problem – :
They start slowly – a slight twinge that really doesn’t alarm
you but makes you sympathetic to the situation. Like a buzz in the air before an electric storm or an uncomfort in the spirit and soul.
Like, Hmmm. Geologists call them low hum vibrations or earthquakes. Very slight
and not alarming…
We brush the sensation away.
Mostly.
We never really listen to that first tinge or twinge, or twitch.
We ignore it and tell our minds that it was ‘just a tinge or twinge or twitch’.
And that’s where you and I go utterly and completely disastrously
wrong because – and I’m telling you
this so you know it from the bottom of your soul – you’re one of the most
expensive and complex pieces of machinery ever made on this planet and when the
warning goes off you should be so finely tuned to yourself that you sense it on
all three levels of yourself – the spirit, soul and physical.
If you had to buy yourself, you wouldn’t. The maintenance fees
alone are incredible, yet your parents managed somehow to fuel you and grease
you and take you for software updates for a full 18 years (sometimes more). Meanwhile
your hardware was constantly taken care of and polished and greased and fueled
and cleaned and oiled and polished and greased and fueled….
Tuko pamoja?
As with all hardware there’s a high need for necessary
accessories, and yours depended on the level of income of your [Maintenance Providers] whether parents, grandparents or guardians of some sort.. Some accessories come
covered in diamonds and glitz, while others like me, get the run of the mill mediorcre range of
goodies, while a large percentage of the world get bottom of the range
accessories from 2nd, 3rd, or 10th generation
hand-me-downs [antiques are like 10th
generation well-maintained hand-me-downs – don’t be cheated].
So. We’re expensive to maintain and complex, requiring over 18
years or so of fine tuning before we’re released out into the ‘ecosphere’.
And when we feel a ‘twinge’ – we ignore it. If you had a guarantee – one of those little labels, you’d
be recalled by the Company and tossed mercilessly into a dump and recycled as a
fridge or freezer. Aki.
Let’s try again - if you buy that very,very,very expensive Maybach, and
one day while you’re cruising in it and a little red light the size of a needle
goes ON – there – in the dashboard – would you drive it for another 1000 kms,
or would you stop immediately [or as soon as possible] and get that RED thing
attended to?
So why don’t we as finely tuned humans stop when our bodies, our
souls or our spirits are screaming out in pain over issues and disputes in our
lives? A job gone wrong, a spouse acting weird, a lower back ache, a child
responding differently, a friend not calling, a parent being abrupt, a neighbor
looking confused, a passenger in a bus trembling, your son breaking out into a
sweat?? Why don’t we stop in ALARM when we notice these little warning messages
but instead continue driving for another 1000 hours?
Hmmm….
Covering the pain with OTC medications and praying hopelessly
for a diversion? Hope? Hope for what? A red dot means freeze:-
Teach yourself to know the difference between real and authentic, valid hope and illusionary
expectations. Seriously. Get down to looking objectively at your problem – look
at the roots, face the twinge and don’t fall for delusions because they could
kill you.
Below is an example similar to what I wrote in one of my previous
blogs- :
You’re in your home either sprawled out on the couch in your
shorts and vest or T, watching a movie; or having dinner and reading a book; or
maybe you’re walking towards the bathroom when you notice a green mamba
slithering behind the sofa.
Ha ha ha, as I write this imaginary visual, I can envisage
your mind racing - in a real situation you’d frantically halt whatever you were
about to do – whether it was putting that forkful of nutritious skuma in your mouth - or walking towards
your bathroom with towel alone knotted around your midriff - spotting a green mamba slithering on your tiled or
carpeted floor is akin to a RED pinpoint dot flashing on the dashboard of a
Maybach – and I can ‘see’ your mind as it races with the SINGULAR adrenaline
induced thought - a strong determination consisting of locating that snake with
one major outcome – THE. SNAKE. MUST. DIE.
There is no possible way on God’s Good Earth that you will allow
a snake (and a green mamba@ that) to reside in your home – uh huh – [shaking head here] .. you cannot and will not entertain
thoughts of a snake of any length in your house while you eat, cook, shower, or
jump into bed – because heaven forbid, the thing could turn up anywhere, anytime.
And bite your child, or spouse, or m’boch,
or you.
Therefore in this equation, TSMD = 110%
My sucking hot tea through the straw is the consequences. In
looking for that snake we usually turn the house upside down. We may even break
the plate we were eating from in our hurry to find the broom or run out of the
room to look for spouse, or friend, or anyone who will help us find and kill
the snake. Point is: Will you sit there and wait for your spouse to come home
and then tell them calmly: Oh, be careful – there’s a snake in the house, but I
didn’t want to mess up the furniture because I know you have OCD.
I’d kill you if you did.
So, turn the house upside down. But find and kill that snake.
Are we this determined in life when a snake slithers into our psyches?
Why don’t we react with a very real fright when we get a soul
twitch?
Or a physical twinge?
Or spiritual tinge?
Do we turn ourselves inside out; Look for, analyze and remove
the problem? Or do we let our problems fester inside us, coldly slithering
around in our brains and waiting for that inevitable bite that will first poison then eventually kill?
Must all warnings be VISUAL - Seriously? What if I was blind. Would I discount the use my other
senses and therefore be a blind fool?
If you’re reading this – begin by asking yourself why you ignore
those soul twitches and – determine that you will stop ignoring them, simple. Instincts,
twitches and all those mind-boggling ‘feelings’ were in-built for a reason –
and well analyzed they can and do get many people out of many scrapes long
before the problems turn septic or demobilize our mojo. (ß--- just another word for spirit).
We are all finely tuned pieces of machinery (although some are
better tuned than others – fluttering my eyes furiously ), which should run for
approximately 80 years – give or take. Minds too – so go grab a Software update
if you’re feeling kidogo-leftout and archaic. Age is not an excuse nowadays if you're left behind in maisha - plus - most updates are free online.
But however old you are, a word of advice. If you see it in your
20/20 vision, or simply feel a twinge
when no one else can, it’s better to kill the snake and suffer the consequences
(e.g. sucking hot tea from straws), rather than waiting for the snake to rear
it’s ugly head, when you’re sound asleep, in your comfortable bed.
Nyakio J.
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