I once read somewhere that a person who can explain the concept of colors to a blind person can explain any other thing in the world. I haven’t written in a while cause I’ve been having a little difficulty transferring my thoughts into words. That ability has always been an integral part of me, but one I didn’t start cultivating until a year ago so forgive me if some of my thoughts-made-words seem amateurish to you. if writing is an high school with six classes, then I’m still in kindergarten. Not your ajebor motokini or even your run-of-the-mill day care, I’m talking Garri school under mango tree here.
From the title of this piece you would obviously know that I haven’t made you click this link to talk about my poor educational background or amateurish writings. As the girl with low self esteem on my BBM keeps reminding me “don’t tell people about your problems……..” I’ve forgotten the rest sef.
Anyways there’s one irrefutable fact of life, and although I’m sure before I get into one of my moods and delete this blog one day I’m gonna tell you a lot of irrefutable facts of life, but this one I’m very sure is the least controversial and the one most of you can relate to.
Life dey hard!
If you have a contrary view to that I would love to hear it, just holla at moi on the comments section. Now I’m just gonna assume we’re all in tune with that and move on.
I just finish seeing a movie about weed by Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa and I just remembered that because life dey hard, we all need that special, less hectic, more relaxed and definitely more fun place we can retreat to when reality goes to shit!
And for those of you thinking I’m about to convince you to start smoking weed, rest easy…. the entire movie just made me realized that different strokes goes for different folks. Some people retreat into weed, or alcohol or drugs… Let’s just say mind altering things sha.
Some peeps retreat into anger, silence like them Tibetan monks, some people retreat into fantasy worlds, role playing and a myriad of very weird stuffs out there for to be retreated into(especially them white folks).
I’ve had a very tedious, rigorous and tiring day today, combined that with the fact that everybody who have opened their mouths to speak to me today seems to have managed to piss me off and just generally rub me off the wrong way(no pun intended). That should give you an inkling of my mood when I got home from school today.
I cannot pretend to understand it’s Magic. I cannot even begin to investigate the process by which it does it. My human mind lack the philosophical abilities and capacities to fathom the extent to which it works the said magic, but today I’m here to introduce you to the world I escape to.
Like I said I go home In a very rotten mood. Luckily PHCN decided to grace us with their august presence. Three songs later and I, the class proclaimed and faculty enthroned Angry Kid was singing, whistling, doing a few dance steps and altogether having a good time.
It works in different ways for different people. Loud music, low music, happy music, sad music, slow music, fast music, Rock, Hip Hop, Jazz, Classical, Rock and Roll, Afro Beat. Whatever it is you like or are into. Doesn’t matter what tempo you prefer or at what decibel you like it.
Another irrefutable fact of life is music is God’s gift to mankind. and music works for any occasion, celebration of life, death, take off to outer space, like I said, any occasion without music is not complete.
Next time you’re down take my challenge and try it out. Satisfaction guaranteed
A world I can escape to……