One More Hospital Kpokpority

That I am back in hospital on admission is no news to my friends and well-wishers if i still have any left. The novel part of the experience is the special clinic I am receiving treatment. Another gladiatorial battle with my body is about to begin. It will happen in St Thomas’ Hospital with the bonus of overlooking the Houses of Parliament from a 12th floor window. Big Ben I have seen and past since I was a little boy but it still impresses me. That said,  I have won all the countless earlier health wars over the decades, but this time is different. The victory shall not be down to my will power or medical know how alone. I never care though I feel the pain because it is real. Diomuemọ!

In the moment I was born I cried my celebration of life first. The second thing I did was to suckle breast. Nine months of evolutionary development inside a mother’s womb makes you hungry. So, I suckle breast. Not the breast of my mother. Suckling my mother’s breast is the third thing I do in life. The second I do is suck the breast of the only female Archangel. Then my mother has her turn.

Whosoever sucks the breast of the Archangel is an Otuka. An Otuka is best described in the Yoruba language as an Akanda. I will not explain that further. Being an Otuka is to be born with natural Madarikan, angelic protection. The consequences of such an existence are not pleasant in everyday living. Living under angelic protection means ever living in the present moment. I must fake attachment to the past and the future to look normal. The Otuka is often odd.

The present moment is here and now. To live in it by habit is a joy. Pain, suffering, injury, deprivation and more in the present moment become joy because it is pure, empowering, and abundant. It shields you from the regrets of the past but opens you to the promises of the future. Sex, laughter, delicacies, goscolene, travel, companionship, possessions, money also can create joy in the moment. However, once those pleasures expire fear, doubt, insecurity, expectation, self-hate and what-might-have-beens take over. They leaving you flatfooted. The present moment on the other hand is faithful.

Only sticking to the provisions of the present moment can offer you streams of joy that endure or always return when summoned. A reading of Psalm 23 is a profound but easy rendering of the present moment. Of what use is fear?

Blades have violated my flesh, machines have embedded my body, toxic medicines have swum in my bloodstream, side-effects have flogged me hard. Side-effects prompted my current clinic visit. All such experiences and their consequences are never without true joy for they all happen to me in the present moment, now and now alone. Goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life despite the ever presence of kpokpority. I know where I dwell even in my disobedience.

If life kpokpoes me, I kpokpo life. That is fairness though not necessarily justice. Guynes! Nonetheless you must live in the present moment first to do that. Learn how to do it. I was taught to me by the Archangel in the moment of my birth. A gift.

Those who know me wonder what I want in life. No one has a clue. No one even my parents, siblings, best mates and socobunals. How can you want more than is necessary in the present moment? It does not carry loads nor accommodates that which is yet to come. The word contentment often sounds corny but it has a rightful place in the discussion.

If I come out safe, I will have innumerably more present moments to cherish. If I don’t, I have had enough of them to last a few more lifetimes. It’s just one more hospital kpokpority.

Be good, not lucky.