Memories are terribly fragile things, so vulnerable to nuance and circumstance, perspective and context. Perhaps that first kiss, the one that you hold up against the light as the Gold Standard of kisses was, to your kissing partner, no more than meh. Perhaps that awful first day at school, that still has you waking up in cold sweats, the one where you forgot your own name and spilled ketchup all over your crisp white shirt, exists in no-one’s mind but your own. Perhaps all we do, and will ever do, will only be one side of a story that no one will remember to tell. Perhaps.
But so what. Go out there and try anyway. Kiss that boy, or girl, anyway. Introduce yourself to that stranger, anyway. Dance to that song, anyway. Because even if it’s all a glorious waste of time, even if it’s all ashes in the wind, even if certainty is nothing more than a fancy word, I’d rather having fun trying that give up in despair.
It’s the weekend, rose petals, so here are a few things to help you get into it.
1. This excellent love letter to Nigeria, written by Clementine Wallop. Regards to your families made me howl with laughter. Must read for Nigerians, Nigerian lovers, Nigerian haters and everyone in between.
…it’s OK to dance badly so long as you dance a bit, and that it’s OK to have people tell you while you’re dancing that you’re a terrible dancer because everyone knows oyinbo cannot dance…
2. An introduction, should you be as yet unblessed, to this ridiculously talented girl, Adesola, who does Illustrations by Adesola. These two are some of my faves. I love her.
3. This song, an oldie but a goodie, Oceans by Hillsong. It’s pretty, uplifting and is powerful and magical enough to make me smile my way through even the worst Lagos traffic. Even if you’re not into this sort of thing, give it a listen, because at its core it’s a love song, and you can never have enough of that.
Our featured image is of another beautiful Christmas tree, this one from the Rockefeller Centre. Christmas is coming, so why don’t you
GO FORTH AND FROLIC