Sunday, 28 February 2016
When someone look at you!
…LOOKING AT ME
When someone look at you, what do you normally think?
take a look at this reflection and find out why people often look at their fellow!
Admiring your beauty seems irresistible in the sight of the entire coconut of today. Most times, I hunger to take a glimpse at you, just to satisfy my desperate boys, so that they won’t fall-off. What they see about you is purely overwhelming towards abuse of Womanhood and global construction for hopeful attainment of the future. Though, I will not say; even though am saying: my teachers have seen it and did not say, why then should I open up an evangelistic rally towards this issue? Yet I must confess that my boys is in love not me though. Even if people say: “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”, I won’t let your own beauty captivate my heart. Even at that, my boys keep misbehaving to the climax and also vow to admire heavy outlooks. I don’t really blame my boys because beholding is a free gift of nature and they will keep beholding the enthusiastic nature of worldly attractions. For assure, not everything is appreciable towards sight; yet the beholder will keep beholding.
Professor Bush, a learned, intelligent, thoughtful man, one of the famous critics in America is fond of taking a walk along the country-side, to sniff the aroma of Rose and Hibiscus in my garden. He love my garden so much that he kept being acquainted to the strange children of mine. Prof. Bush is very logical and diplomatic in thoughts, as awarded to him by nature; as such, he would always criticize every butterfly that fly-pass him. That, I never decoded until I met him soliloquizing, as though he has gone lunatic. His attitude in this awful monologue got me pregnant curiosity reflecting in my upstairs. The most interesting aspect of the game is; Prof. will not easily expose his thoughts to me, his best friend and even to his wife; especially when his is visualized in an articulating manner. “My friend, allow me to think”- says Prof. to me. Prof. is not only seen thinking but also jotting down some untransparent images that seems unimportant; but a closer look by those who possess twin-eye, definitely reveals the bone behind the flesh. Sometimes, I notice Prof. in a fatherly cry, where he is suffering from inner motives which I see through his heart in the name of abnormal-realities; proving end come of Mother-earth.
I wonder what could be troubling my old friend, but no idea came to my rescue. Consequently, my friend would hum to an unknown tone, but I discovered that his feelings towards his actions is pity to the World. At first, I thought a tragedy has befallen him or a family member kicked the bucket. At this juncture, I think; “only God knows the dribbler of his heart”. I said so because, Prof. is seen rejecting food almost everyday; while Mrs. Kate cries more than her lad of 3. In as much as Prof. wouldn’t eat, he kept scolding his wife concerning her artistic capabilities of decorating her eye-lashes, eye-brown and lips. Mrs. Kate wears make-up as one of those important house chores a lady never do without. Though she has been doing this for almost seven years of matrimonial bond with Prof.; why is my friend suddenly taking note of that? The question seemed for the gods. Although, my own job is to keep solving mathematics with my brother-soul, so as to clarify my curiosity towards Prof.’s condition. I thought; maybe, he needed to see a psychiatric doctor because a second-passed (in time), in rescuing my friend is quite irrevocable. Therefore I had to invite Doctor David to assist me heal Prof. Bush: he is so much important to me and his brothers-Americans. Moreover, am really afraid of the Western interrogation towards investigation of matters; especially when someone of close relation is sought for. So, I tried my best to see that my friend survives such psychological trauma; as heart attack is now the order of the day.
The opposite of my own Christmas day was when Doc. was ready to configure my friend’s psych. He quickly jumped up and exclaimed: “do you children think am insane?” Am not. Prof. explains that he was only feeling for the young lady next door; who, probably, Doc. Or any other person should help out as she will soon pack her things for the market-area. “This lady is a point of contact to all other ladies, even my wife” – Says Prof. Each time I work pass her shop, I look at her as if she charmed me to. She will usually say: “Sir, I pray thee, why are you looking at me?” not knowing that my admiration is the grandma to laughter. “My friends, what am trying to elucidate here is a lecture to all ladies who loves to over-decorate their skin”- says my friend.
I soon remembered the lady whom my friend was referring to. The lady that mothers the public in exchange with money. Prof. said that he sometimes go to her restaurant to take a bottle of beer, though not from his heart but just to give a closer look at her artificial ugly outlook. Lady-P, as she was fondly called is naturally beautiful but the makeup on her is as colorful as a chameleon. In fact, every minute of the day, she re-wears makeup to look beautiful, not knowing that she’s indirectly telling God that he isn’t perfect. Lady P’s makeup kit is as big as uncle T’s pot-belly. Uncle-T is the plumpy man that takes approximately two crates of beer a day in Lady-P restaurant. Certainly, Lady-P will suffer skin diseases if she refuses to resist from her attitude.
At first, I never knew that such appearance of Lady-P could let an innocent fellow in a questionable state. That’s just a thought of an ordinary man; until Prof. insinuated on the issue of overdose makeup and its unmerciful approach towards our ladies’ skins. My friend at this juncture used the opportunity of feeding Doc and I wine to unleash his anger; even at lady P’s presence. Lady P, thinking of what to say in defense, was shut-up by Prof’s professionalism and intellectual capability. Coincidently, Prof.’s wife, Madam Kate met us at the restaurant. There, Prof. told her his feelings towards makeup abuse and such moment was a cool one to let his feelings out transparently. Everyone was listening attentively to my friend and as well appreciated his teachings. To concur with Prof’s lectures, most of the ladies, if not all; who were present in the restaurant were all touched. If I were to be in their minds, I would, without doubt, swear to their repentance. Persistently, Prof. made it clear that when, where and whoever looks at you; strangely, try to inquire the origin of the eyeing, even though it seems romantic: because, some eyeing are pure unromantic. Naturally, when you apply makeup, you have added something different as may not be required by your body. Though, sometimes, make you look like under twenty when you are for real sixty. All these were been stated by Prof. and I never knew that.
Your thought is the opposite of reality. Soonest, the World will come to discover that their eyes is naked and would desire to make separate suit for them. Prof, through his prophetic senses nosed some probable mates of his by the corner and quickly stated: “All teachers are meant to teach the world the good teachings, just like me, or even more than I do”. Let’s try to meet that fellow with a humble spirit, not just because he’s admiring our beauty but the reason behind the scene. “Please Sir, why are you looking at me?”