You know, I used to tell people,
‘Don’t eat so much or you’ll die, don’t work so much or you’ll die, don’t drink
so much or you’ll die.’ Nobody listens. You know why? Because I don’t say, ‘You
will die tomorrow.’ I quote from The Godfather Book VII: Mario Puzo. They are the
words of Dr. Jules.
Because tomorrow I will not have
the interest or time to write about this, let me do it today. Tomorrow is not
the day to trust things for. Looking at my code of conduct, there are things
that if I knew that tomorrow will be my day, I’ll live today wholly and holy
without. Instead, I adore them every hour. Habits so strong that I can only
live a day without. Not two. And that is why, I’ll prefer to undo them a day to
the day. Not two.
Tomorrow if happens to be the exam
day, a trans-night today will not alter my normality severely. But if the exam
is two weeks away, or later in the month, why should I worry? Or even prepare?
Because the assignment will be handed in tomorrow, then today is the research
and compilation day. And if the lecturer sends a message that he will not be in
tomorrow’s class, then there is no reason to do it today. Or at least leave it at
a point I can easily conclude come the day the lecture will turn up in class tomorrow.
In the bus, I see two juveniles
glued to their phones. On Facebook or Youtube. I can discern the smell of
cigarettes. I start thinking about them. I have my issues to think about
anyway but because I have none to put me down tomorrow probably, I think of
these peers as of extreme need. What about if tomorrow they are diagnosed
with bronchitis complications? Then I drift back and think of many who smoke
yet will not die tomorrow. Why should the two get worried? Tomorrow is not
their day!
I do not mind about what I eat or
not. But I am concerned not to take in a thing that may injure my health. If I
eat, it is for the moment. Not tomorrow. It won’t be my day on bed. And if I
starve to save, without having tomorrow as my bank breaking day, there is no
need to. What I watch and listen to is not a problem. What others say and
convince myself to be true or false doesn’t really matter. Whenever my
indulgences take me is not a worrying issue. I will soon sought out my patches
and be clean with time. Tomorrow is not the day anyway. But I will.
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Tomorrow is NOT the day! |
I am a believer. I am
superstitious too. If Messiah was coming tomorrow and the world would be
transformed into something better for good people, then today I’d make sure
that I fit in heaven. I would have woken up with a prayer. Earlier than I did
in the morning. Then I’d have visited a few needy people and shared out three
quarters of my possession only to survive today with a fast. No appointments
with bad friends. All social sites will receive my strict attention. I will be
unfollowing all gossip pages. A forgiving song will be in my heart. I will
remember my parents and call to honour them with a quarter wealth. I will see
no woman. Messiah knows that I am not married. A vigil night will be in
preparation to welcome Him at 0000hours. Holy Holy today is the day!
When the Day came, I was doing
what I normally did. I am diabetic, drug addict, on ARVs, single with a child,
virtuous though caring less, committed to doubting my being, yearning for more
pleasure and holding a degree and titles too. That I am convinced to forget I
cheated in the exam. The best thing to do after knowing the day had come was to
accept. They say never say never. There will be a way to repair damages... maybe tomorrow. After
all I am not yet dead, am I?
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