As it happens...

Hi there! What kind of a morning are you calling it? I have not yet decided. I am just glad to be alive.

It was exactly about 40 minutes ago when I found myself gardening, this morning. I kept thinking of how much hope I deduct from the constituents in my garden. There are some of the crops that seem to grow just as I wish they could, without competing with the next. Then there is some butternut-squash plants who are so liberal. They like going wherever they want and hang on to the soil with every string roots that develop as they elongate and spread. Basically, the main root does its job and be left looking pale while a string of branches from the main “stem” look to start off a family of their own, be rooted where they designated themselves, so green and fresh. My job is always to gently try and get them into a redirect. This is to help them get back in line and stop abusing their freedom. As this happens, my son and his father started their business in watering the flowers. Little girl was too busy taking her time finishing her breakfast, of which it might take an hour or so, testing my patience. If I hope for her to finish earlier than that, I must ask her to come help me with some house chores, otherwise she will be minding her business at her own pace, oh the young ones.

I feel like this is what our president is going through. He is trying his best to direct people who have their own paths and pace into adapting and adjusting to just about everything that comes at them. Unfortunately, like that butternut-squash crop, wherever they feel they are entitled to go, leaves another with a little less room and security to further exist. And since nobody has a mind for another, the main family meeting he holds, need to be reviewed in every other family out there, but there, I think it is not so. The stats suggest otherwise. While the president seats with the National Command Council, our families need to do the same after every other meeting. To try and make sure there is clarity that, the situation we have landed ourselves in has worsened. The Leader in one person for the entire country, is in need of the many other leaders of communities, of families and individuals who even when the coast is not clear, they need to have that responsibility to get on with the way to get somewhere better. Like a child who even when aware of their responsibility to feed, they still require guidance, and an overseer as to whether in executing their responsibilities, lessons to be learned and rewards to earn won’t have to do with the overseer (the director/the president), it will be theirs (citizens).

It must be hard? No, it is hard. Standing before the nation through some technological advancements that lead into a broadcast, to address a nation about such a doom-looking living, with a new year to come even. And in this whole time, the same people have their own opinions about you equated to a cupcake. It could very well be one of the most joyless jobs in the world right now. It may very well be unbelievably emotional, as it happens and the onlookers feel you could do better. What about us, why are we not doing better?

The hope in every garden is somewhat reliant to the Gardener, and a whole lot favor towards the lives existing as Mother-nature sees fit. Honestly, who would not get to a stage of breaking down? Who would maintain composure endlessly when the ones you are leading, are contributing to the end of one another? As it happens, to be a leader of note will no longer be about being politically correct, obviously. To call it “making hard choices” is just light. This is like when you did well at rearing a head of livestock, and some other hungry animal decides to make a feast of them overnight. You got what to blame, witchcraft? Is it witchcraft that we do not wear our face shields out in the public? At a moment of relaxed vibes, when we say casually; “well, this thing is here to stay” are we also just vibing with the virus? For, it is only a protective measure to sanitize our hands, but as the saying; “it is not practical” to not touch ones face, so what right? Well, I am not feeling all too proud of myself at the moment. In all the sense I thought I was making when I did at times when to put a face mask where it shouldn’t for it was hard to breathe made sense, or had a few people over to feel ‘alive’, neglected a ritual to sanitize my hands every now and then be all over a surface including my face. I hate to say it, that means I am responsible somehow for the spread of the virus, bottom line. It is as simple as that.

So what Livhuwani? Well, it does not matter if you think you were being practical, reality is that we are where we are now all thanks to things like that. It is like how it is when you do inspections on agricultural produce like fruits, should you see signs of infestation and neglect them because you didn’t see the main culprit (pest), well the one to buy or consume such produce will come across it, probably. Before that even gets there, the one that showed signs may get rotten, then it ought to spoil the rest. This is it, as it happens. The one who neglects signs, is the one spoiling the rest. The one who is preventing and imploring measures to mitigate by themselves, is the one most exposed. By this I am saying, it does not matter how much sense you believe you are making when accepting that the virus is here to stay if you are acting like you do not wish to live long enough to see it dealt with like many other viruses that have been tackled by the world and be effectively controlled. It is not a matter of its impracticality, but a matter of being responsible.

I cannot expect for every flower in my garden to produce, I can only hope for some kind of harvest. No matter how much energy I put into it, nature has its plans with its spheres. Can I just not be the reason for a catastrophe by being neglectful? Yes, I can. I can be consistent in taking care of the garden. I can surely be hopeful for a good harvest and be also very realistic that what is meant to be will be. I can carry with the experience I am gaining whenever I am there, I can cherish the moments when my hard work is paying off. I can accept when it is not working out with some crops and see as to starting over. Unfortunately, with the lives lost, and the ever growing stats on the positive cases, the reality is that it is what it is. It is simply just devastating, like how it was when the president was before us last night.

I am writing this out of emotion, you are so right. Are you not emotional somehow about this? If you are not, maybe you should be. May it be a matter of touched consciences as we try to hold on to an existence. This is not a matter of conspiracy, it is a matter of life and death. Let us take care of one another. As grateful as we may be for his grace, let us make sure it counts for a better quality of life and not its demise.

What do you suppose 2021 is going to demand even more, of our positive attitude and sense of living? It will be a matter of crazy faith. Keep holding on, keep moving!

Regards

Livhuwani