For once I was able to get up early this morning. Not even Myrtle got to my bedside before my time to arise. She’s good that way, always acting as my alarm clock, if you will, because, truth be told, I am somehow never able to hear the alarm these days. In fact, yesterday morning I had set my mobile phone’s alarm for an hour earlier than usual. I had to go and write a series of tests later that morning. This was for a position as an assistant librarian downtown at the city’s enormous library.
I would like to see a perfect day when busy and often harassed moms no longer need to tell their growing and bustling kids, both girls and boys, and especially the boys, how to behave. It’s hard enough for me as it is. Trying to get the kids to sit still at the breakfast table is one thing. But try to get those same little children to eat the oats, porridge and fruit, and drink their milk is quite another challenge for busy and pressured mommies, and even daddies, in this twenty-first century day and age.
It’s become a customary and traditional habit among online writers at this time of the year. They’ll be reviewing the highlights and lowlights of the past cataclysmic year. Or they’ll be waxing lyrical about joyful repasts which came and went quicker than you could sneeze. They also love talking about other people, prominent men and women mainly, who made headlines for all the right and wrong reasons. It’s not been a customary habit of mine, but I thought that this time I would add my own voice to this annual tradition. Where I come from, not much has been said about this woman.
I’ve been saying this for a number of years now; I want to change my life for the better, but during those years that passed me by, my life just got worse. This time around I am left feeling that somehow it just cannot get worse than this. Or must it still get worse before it gets better? This is a story of redemption which has been part of many Abrahamic believers since Abraham’s first big test of faith. Well, history tells us that he passed the test and was richly rewarded, spiritually and materialistically.
We are a family of nine. Mother, father, two brothers, and one happily married the other sadly divorced, one daughter and one daughter in law. The married couple have a bright daughter of eight, while the divorced man has two spritely children, one nine, the other five. The mother and father’s daughter has never been married and for reasons that cannot be explained here, has chosen to stay single for the rest of her natural life. What can be explained about this extraordinary family will be chronicled in these next few lines.