It happens that this Day came with such a pleasant weather although some may not be fond of the rain and the messy streets it wastes no time to litter and jam with traffic? Particularly I love the weather and it’s bothersome sound against the zinc as it heads straight for the ground, even more so admiring it and its haste to freedom, to transformation into sloppy slides that lead down the road, some speeding off into the gutters yet even more envying it and its free passage, to mix, to push, to move and to make one with everything it comes in contact with, unbothered even in the indecisiveness of its pathway, understanding, yielding and wielding.
Oh I wish internally to raise such fluidity to the surface of being, to be free to be me while relishing in all the maybe of what is, to express myself as my thoughts seem to be, open, joyous, alone but comforted by the truth of my own company, that space all in the balance of nothingness and emptiness, I wish it accessible, available and undenied, I wish it uninterrupted, misunderstood, misjudged or problematic.
I wish to be a woman that can love and have everything she wishes to possess, to live as her, building herself and her wealth for her, of every decision she makes solely hers and not of any other circumstances to define, I wish to have what to make me happy, living and embracing the wind in my hair, to love figuratively, magnificently, obviously, silently, willingly, encouragingly, cuddled for her bravery and strength not because it’s not supposed to be so, I wish to explore and embrace all my tendencies, correct all patterns that doesn’t suit me, I do not wish to listen to chatters that are of no similarities to my respects and engagements, I wish to strive as a woman of her own, not to be guided to thinking it’s wrong to feeling woMan even though I am indeed Woman, feminism doesn’t subject me to Just gentility, it raises me, it holds my bones, builds me and this weather, reminds me of all I want and feel to be so far from reach.
I envy its freedom of sound, polite and impolite all based on motion of events and circumstances, perspectives changing the lines of views and the world being hung on someone else’s illusion as their knowledge of who they are as fluidity is not as chaotic as it may seem, and no matter the situation they can thrive and can be, they can make or break.
I wish to be motion-able in every moment possible, I do not wish to limit myself, I wish to be free, to flow, to be what is not to be, as I see what’s not can still be what is. I wish to be…
-Nnenna
Nene's Corner 