Dancing in the rain

Tonight,it didn’t rain. It has been raining at nights this month, this is the kind of downpour that leaves the cats whimpering and the cows standing stoic as they bow their heads. The idiom,it is raining cats and dogs has possible explanations, one is that Drainage systems on buildings in 17th-century Europe were poor and may have disgorged their contents during heavy showers, including the corpses of any animals that had accumulated in them. This occurrence is documented in Jonathan Swift’s 1710 poem “Description of a City Shower”, in which he describes “Drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in mud,/Dead cats and turnip-tops come tumbling down the flood.

The last time I tried playing in the rain, I got heavy sapatus, they have that effect and mums knew what part to hit you with,every mother’s day, I remember the sandals and their role.

Last month, the NSSF board Chair, while addressing the Annual General Meeting said something about, “dancing in the rain”,he was telling businesses to adapt to the COVID-19 pandemic and thrive reasoning that when it rains, you at times have to adjust and dance in the rain. It got me thinking, wait, I’m dancing in the rain, I am a prisoner of my body who is dependent on things like movement, so I know what lockdown means because I am in paralysis lockdown way before COVID-19.Without assistance, my mobility is restrained. I always say that if you think that life is unfair, think again. Life has no guarantees, we only have to be hopeful. So my writing is dancing in the rain. What is certain is that the rain came, not a drizzle but a storm and I am not about to cry,I have embraced the rain and I am dancing on. The world owes you nothing and that’s why I celebrate friendships.The kind that don’t give up on you and say,”we are with you all the way”. Against such a background, I cannot fail to push on.

Let us get in the culture of discarding pity parties after a storm because they have never helped a soul. This blog has been nominated for the Afrobloggers awards under the activism category. So to help me continue dancing with grace, just click here scroll down to the activism category and vote for Mwene, please don’t click,”chat with us” to vote, voting is only on the site, not via a chatroom . Let us turn the thoughts that I had,six years ago to reality, we got this. The secret of health for the mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly. The stroke may have taken a large part of me but it left the best of me.

From Lawyer to writer.

3 Comments

  1. musanjufu benjamin kavubu says:

    I came running like a curious cat, I still dance in the rain literally even to this day it makes me sick and I wonder why I don’t get sick swimming. Going forward those who won’t dance in the rain will be extinct

  2. justynlove says:

    Mwene
    We are surely enjoying the best of you that was left

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