The harmattan cold was severe this morning. I think it came to announce the New Year, like it did on Christmas day. I had so much faith in this harmattan season, but after the 25th of December, I haven’t had any cause to put on my harmattan socks and harmattan coat and pretend to be in the abroad. Tragic! All the Idinbu(read Edinburgh) accent I’ve been practicing for this season is gradually going to waste. But because a new year should bring new things, I’m hopeful that this little town of Abak will be similar to Aberdeen in no time.
I entered the New Year a bit differently this year. Usually, I’d be cold and shivering and rushing to the car after Mass to avoid knockouts (banger) and to catch up with Loveworld TV at home, while hugging all the church aunties and uncles and explaining why I’m taller, shorter or still without breast. This year however, began with crying. Nothing happened to me, at least not on the outside. But during one of the numerous songs rendered by the choir, I felt a certain wave of brokenness. It was as though everything on my inside was squashed at once. I began to cry softly until I was weeping and praying and asking God to forgive all my wrongs. I think it’s safe to say, I’ve never felt so undeserving of the privilege of seeing another year. This solemnity ended immediately I got home and began sending and receiving messages. *sigh*I’m going to better this year, Lord. I promise.
Over the years, I’d gotten used to writing resolutions that were just words on paper. I made sure they were goals that wouldn’t require much effort from me. In my mind I thought, “let God sha be doing them while I drink Palm Wine on the ‘I receive it’ queue”. Year after year, I met with disappointments until I stopped writing those resolutions totally. However, after floating through 2017 like an escort at a party, I decided to plan once again. To decide on the things I want to achieve in 2018 and see how I can WORK towards them. This is why I made the call for submissions of articles for The Resolutions series that’ll be running on the blog. I want us to share our goals, expectations, the mountains we hope to climb, etc. and be able to return to this drawing board to measure our growth as the year progresses.
Tomorrow we begin with an anonymous person who will be sharing 2018 with us. I sincerely hope you join us. And follow the series. And share the articles with your friends. Cheers to the New Year!
P.S: to send an article or really just interact personally, email me at email@example.com.