As the artistic sun rises and kisseth me with a yellow glow and a subtle beauty of the cityscapes, the sunshine city foreign to the citizens with hustlers hooting their car horns and the jovial footsteps of kids running down the stairs going to school, the chatter of maids dragging their buckets to the laundry and a puffy eyed bookie with a pen and paper
The invention of a world class day begins.
Robin Sharma will be proud of me because I woke up a little earlier than I used to and ready to draft my plan for the day with a cup of coffee in my hand, though exercising is not part of today’s execution. How can it be so hard to wake up at 5am? Journaling as the first part of planning my world class day, I don’t know what to feel really, I got a new nickname from a white guy which can mean two things, but my mind is thinking about racism all the way, could it be the ‘sweet melanin coca cola’ AKA Jika song. I have to read a Danielle Steele book, a new reading lane. I am positive that mother would be so happy to know that I had a conversation with a white guy, her talk about white men being organized and investing in long term stability, never gets old until I become as organized. It’s a world that cannot be…
“How many times do I have to tell you to soak dish towels?”, Amandla’s mother shouts from the kitchen.”
It’s a world that cannot be understood fully
“Good morning mama, how are you feeling this morning? You can at least smile for me”, Amandla responds with a playful face.
“Haiwa, munoda kuramba muchidzokoredzerwa chinhu chimwe chete”, with an unexpected grin.
“I’m going to give myself four days to make it a habit like you always say and sad news, Mrs. Hastings is not feeling well, there is a new librarian”
Amandla’s mother washes soap off her hands after washing the dish towels.
“Amandla don’t make promises you can’t keep, I raised you for 23 years and I’m still taking care of you and telling you what to do, you need to crave change for you to grow to become a strong woman. Get ready to prepare breakfast whilst your sisters prepare to feed the babies.”
Dear Robin Sharma we have to get a bigger book to share how I feel every morning when I wake up before I share my agenda for the day.
My agenda is set to start in three hours, breakfast being the most important meal of the day, I thank God it’s the easiest to prepare and not time consuming. My favorite book date of all time with my extravagant friend, Tinaye in the place I call home for the words I say to the majority. I wonder if Edward is going to call me CocaCola or Amandla. The journey of two sides of a bookie.
The worst that could happen is telling my mother I’m going out without doing the dishes because it’s not my duty.
“Amandla the soup does not need more stirring, your father is starving, must I do everything for you, time is moving”, she stares at me with a worried face
“I’m sorry mama, the food will be ready in five minutes.”
Tinaye couldn’t choose a better time to call me.
“Baby girl wassup.”
Yebo baby girl, are you ready because I’m on my way to town”, Tinaye replies with buyers and sellers chatter in the background.
I’m about to bath baby girl, I will be ready in a few minutes.”
“No baby girl, why are you always late? Even for a book date.”
“Today is different”, breathing heavily
“No no baby girl”, with a frustrated voice and hangs up the phone.
Change is expensive
“Family, breakfast is ready, I’m going to take a bath, I have a book date.”
I wonder what it would be like to be in that library with a different poetic narration. At least I have mastered the art of bathing quickly. What to wear is a battlefield, at least it’s summer, a dress is always a better option.
“Dad I’m going for my book date now. Have great afternoon.”
“Are you getting any money where you are going?”
“Dad it’s a book date, I’m not working”, Amandla walks out and slams the door behind her.
Walking is underrated when its cold but in this heat its torturous, at least I’m 5 minutes away. I can’t believe I don’t have an opening or my grand entry into the library.
My mind will get used some day or never.
Seems like it will be more of conversing than a poetic narration known to my mind only.
“I can’t get over the fact that being called, ‘CocaCola’, might be a racist card coming from you”, rolling her eyes to Edward.
“Trust me it’s better than being called Mrs Hastings with a person staring down. Have you started reading the novel?”, walking towards the entrance of the library.
“Not yet but I’m sure today is the lucky day since I’m feeling more of myself”, she grins
“Why do I get the feeling that you are avoiding to read it because its my suggestion?”, Edward responds with a suspicious look.
As true as that is, today is not the day to admit.
“Is this an interrogation?”, Amandla folds her hands
“Just a question”, Edward pushes the library door.
And time flew by to the extent of me forgetting to call my friend that I’m here.
“I was about to call but here you are.”
“Liar and who is this milk chocolate”, sucking her lollipop.
“He is the librarian.”
“Nice to meet you librarian”, Tinaye responds with an attitude.
“Okay, let’s go inside friend, I have lots to tell you plus with a little talk about the juicy novel, ‘We are going to need more wine’, buckle up for a great book date”, Tinaye enters the library as she pulls Amandla inside with her.
I don’t know if I was overly rude or just protecting my heart from something that is not even there. I am giving this guy my peace of mind and I’m not complaining.
Summer with a milky cloud.
“Friend!”, Tinaye snaps her fingers
“Shh you are making too much noise friend”, Amandla responds with a worried face.
“Forgive me but you seem distracted, I dont know by who”, Tinaye rolls her eyes.
“I am here with you friend, you went on a date with guy who thinks girls who drink are the worst and to my understanding that is unacceptable in your world”, Amandla smiles at her.
“I feel like venting today friend, the book review can wait, this dust library is our gossip room today.”
Lord knows I feel like apologising for my rudeness to a librarian who has conquered my mind.