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Monday, 23 March 2020

'Tomorrow' and other fairy tales.


‘TOMORROW’ AND OTHER FAIRY TALES

When I was much younger (some 30+ years ago), I was talking with my (cousin, whose age difference made me call him) uncle, he asked what I’d want to be by 25. “rich” was my short but sweet answer. I told him I was gonna be a millionaire by 25. While I’m very sure Uncle Graham has forgotten this conversation that happened in our grandma’s living room, it has always stuck with me and acted as a kind of motivation (and weirdly enough, assurance), convincing me that if by the age when I didn’t understand the complexities of the world, I had already stated that I would be a millionaire by 25, then why wouldn’t it happen?

‘Tomorrow’ and other fairy tales.
Some years ago, when I was crazy in love, overdosed on (pre-cocaine) Bruno Mars and dreaming of everything I will do for this girl and our unborn children, we often made the egregious and common error of talking about what we wanted from ‘our’ future.
 We promised each other the world, everything in it and everything out of it (Radimene, you still owe me a daughter). We were so sure our ‘tomorrow’ would come to fruition and it will bring with it everything we had promised ourselves.

‘Tomorrow’ and other fairy tales.
“Tomorrow waits for no man” is one of my father’s favorite quotes, usually followed by “you’re not proactive”. Coming from a man who basically lives for doing things at the last moment, it didn’t really sting as much as it should have, but eventually, I got the message.
James 4:14 sums it up when it succinctly reads “ye know not what tomorrow will bring”.
“Tomorrow is not promised”. I grew up Nigerian and Christian, so I have heard a million variants of those phrases.
Even recently, amongst friends, when I hear them talk about the future, I always tell them it’s arrogant talking about ‘tomorrow’ as if we subscribed for life and are sure of it. As if we were in control. As if we aren’t all just a speck, an insignificant blip in the run of things. We talk about the future like we matter. We ‘plan’ and organize like one pandemic can’t shut the whole world down. We talk about tomorrow like we have a smidgen of control how it pans out.

‘Tomorrow’ and other fairy tales.
If you were to ask me now what I planned for the future, my honest answer will be finishing from Bells, going to Europe the earliest opportunity I have and never coming back.
Seems I’m yet to learn.
‘Tomorrow’ and other fairy tales.

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