This morning I get a call from mother and the first thing she asks me is ‘do you have internet?’ No ‘Hi. How are you doing? How is Junior? Has he gained weight?’ Completely out of character for her. I pull the phone from my ear and look at the name on the screen. You know, to be sure it really is mother calling. I quickly get the phone back to my ear and go ‘hello?’ She impatiently repeats, ‘can you access the internet?’ I tell her, ‘not at the moment, no. My net is down due to power problems’. That is one thing that the current rains have brought along with them. Water is definitely no longer a problem but electricity and by extension, thanks to fibre access, the internet, have been intermittent if not entirely unavailable. Back to mother and asking me about the net.
Before you wonder why I’m going all shock-faced about her and internet, you should know that she never took to computers too well. Meaning internet is a completely foreign thing (pun included) as far as I can tell. And the scientific conclusion here becomes mother-computer-internet-meshing…, is equal to or less than zero. You should also know, that my mother works for the government, and hers is what I call the noblest career of all. I mentioned it once when I was asked if I could change jobs what I would get into. She is a nurse. Has been since before I was born. And I am not young. Just a little young. Off track again.
The reason she is asking after internet and probably why she is suddenly feeling impatient and quite possibly out of her element, is because the government has decided they will no longer hand civil servants physical payslips. Anyone requiring a printout of their payslips will have to go to some site to access it. All hail the technological age! Now, neat, physical records have been mother’s pride. So much so that she once announced to her friends and my peers during a tea party that she still holds my nursery school report cards and books. I’m not even going to go there! That’s mother for you. You can now see why she is angry with the government.
Another reason that is equally upsetting dear mum, I’m guessing, is that the said payslips have been a guarded secret ever since, well…, EVER! Not even me, the first born in the family has ever laid eyes on the said documents. Pentagon or even the KGB have nothing on mother and hidden records. This will be a ‘wikileaks’ moment for me! She even went and gave me her password. That must have made her swear and go to church for confession. I imagine. I’m a little giddy but I cannot openly show excitement. The woman is capable of opening a can of whoopass on me so I’m never one to pull unnecessary stunts on her.
I shall now cease with the excitement post lest she one day gets access to my blog and go savage on my behind. Heading off to do the daughterly thing and help mother out with a printout.
Meanwhile, woooohooooo! I finally get to see mother’s payslip! *does a cartwheel*.
I’m telling you. If weeks used to come like the last one, I’d be too overwhelmed with good feelings and ‘clap-clap’ moments to get any work done. And I can clap. Ask around. Why I’m I clapping?
They Consider Me Creative
Earlier this week, I discovered that I had been nominated among the lot I consider the creatives of the blogsphere. I’m still in woozieland on that coz, wow! Sometimes you imagine you are just gasing out over the internets and not many people care to listen, then you go and get nominated! I clapped. You know the second thing I did? After the clap that is? I went through my post to see if there were PG rated ones! Good thing there were none. Then I checked whether there were any that were not making much sense. Most were not. So I logged off before the sudden urge to start editing ALL of them reached critical mass.
Cute Words from Nyambura’s Diary
There is this really nice writer who pens Nyambura’s Diary. She made it her mission to embarrass me with cute words. Don’t get me wrong, I do like her on many days. Mostly because she unwittingly teaches me how to write with wit. Plus she takes too much coffee. I imagine she walks around with a coffee flask the way the healthy lot walks around with a water flask. Now she went and decided to beat drums for me on the ‘Creatives’ Nomination and I shall be eternally grateful to her for that wonderful article. Not that I would tell her in her face. Reputation and all… :D But I smile inside. Did I mention I clapped?
That’s about claps. O yes, and thank you readers for keeping my writes company. You are good sports.
Procter and Gamble “Thank You, Mom” Campaign
There is this really awesome video I was requested to review. Once I was done shedding 3 tears, one for each of the times I watched the ad, I had tons of kind words for it. It is the Procter and Gamble “Thank You Mum” campaign commercial that is slotted to run through the London 2012 Olympic Games.
It is a heart-warming, powerful, 2 minute commercial centered around a dedicated Facebook page, where P&G is celebrating the power behind the glory, success and dedication of many an Olympic athlete with the help of their mothers, in the biggest campaign in P&G’s 174-year history. The ad is progressive, i.e it captures different stages of mum and child development, struggles and successes, which renders it quite captivating.
What else….? O yeah. I finally introduced Junior to a barber. For the last 5 and three quarter years, my house doubled up as a barbershop once every 2 months. Yes, I cut hair too. Junior’s mostly. That falls under the heading ‘Things’. That’s it.
It’s a new week. Smile all the way to Sunday. Then pick up the smile again on Monday.
Once in a while, ok, more often than I’d openly admit, I’m always looking for lessons in what I do. Partly because I do too many things at the same time. In other part, because if I don’t look for lessons in what I do, most likely I won’t do much. Remember the balcony garden I started the other day? I am happy to announce that it is thriving. Ha! Take that you lot who thought it was going to be a source of firewood for the neighbourhood!
So anyway, it has not been an easy plant-me journey. Truth be told, I have yanked some plants off because they did not grow as expected. I have consistently talked to others and others almost made me weep. Seen a grown woman almost weep? Cringe factor I tell ya. What lessons could a mere balcony garden have especially for the hard-headed individual like me have? You wonder. So I tell.
Think of A Project And Start
I probably I’m a serial project starter. Fine I shall admit guilt. But let me ask you, if you never start on projects, how will you know which one will work and which one will fail? I once told a friend the only thing I probably won’t take up is ‘Hitman For Hire’. Anything else is possible in my head. You think I am joking? Look at my latest project. Yes, this one you will love. Story of how it became shall be told on here.
Patience to Let Things Grow
Really, could you keep the laughter to yourself? I can hear you giggle! Of course I can be patient! Fine, not so patient. It is not one of my strong points. I have however learnt how to deal with it, instead of denying or pretending that I am a patient man. I am not. But since I still have other things I’m doing, then the watching and waiting becomes bearable. I mean come on… Some of those plants take 45 days to germinate! Can you picture that? Watering a blob of soil for 44 (give or take a few days) without seeing anything growing? At some point you look around to see whether anyone is watching and wondering why a grown woman is watering soil in a can!
Strength to Admit When Things Are Not Working
Gimme a second here *breaks into silent sobs*. Let me tell you. If you ever see a farmer and their shamba thriving, give a bow and let them have your seat in public transport. I have had to yank plants away because they were not growing. It was the hardest thing I have ever done but it had to be done. It was what gave me room to plant others that are now thriving. I still mourn that loss but when I look at what I planted later, I am consoled that it was not an ‘in vain yank’.
Blind Faith is Also Good
See that blooming fern plant on your right? With all it’s green singing happily in the wind? That fern had completely withered. So much so that it was almost discarded. The reason why I did not discard it was because I had already discarded one set of plants and I couldn’t bring myself to just discard yet another. That fern I have talked to. Begged to tell me what it wants. Watered it even when it seemed hopeless even! Then one morning as I was watering it, I saw an ever so tiny shoot at the bottom, hidden by the withered leaves but it was all green! The squealing and clapping that I did on that day! I’m still explaining to the neighbours that I am sane. And ignoring those judging looks from them. Yes dear readers, blind faith, hanging on a little longer, luck even. They all play a great role in project progress.
So you see? Lessons everywhere. O, see those 2 Blue Band tubs? Those are junior’s. He thinks what I’m doing is uber cool so he decided to plant something. I am however spending a few minutes every morning explaining why ‘My Plants are Not There Yet’. And yes, the idea is to turn the balcony into one happy green area with a sitting spot on the side.