Have you ever got the feeling that your knee cap is a good singer? Well, I have. I found out some 4 months ago. Its a funny story. It was in the month of July. The start of the rainy season. It had just begun to drizzle. Walking down the road , I felt this itch in my right leg. I looked down and there it was! My knee cap was in a world of its own, singing in a brilliant baritone. My chest swelled with pride. I didnt know it was possible. I saw dreams of how iI would become the talk of the town. I would earn money. No, mint it! Girls would flock around me to hear my knee cap sing. They would clap and laugh, amused. Oh, how I dreamt!
Suddenly, it stopped. I was shocked at first, and sad later. I pranced around, hoping that somehow it would start again. It didnt, just then. But something about that particular way I moved caused me to believe that it would go back to how it was. I didnt give up. I didnt want to. I pranced and danced for 3 hours with just hope to keep me going. I got stared at, laughed at. Made fun of. And after all that, I had the last laugh. There really is a rain dance.
(Note: This is a post written by me in another blog. Posted it here for lack of ideas.)
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