A POEM FOR THE EVENING

A POEM FOR THE EVENING

Day 3 – If tomorrow never comes 

Ridwan arrived at Bliss Land – a facility set up by the John Olaoye Orphanage Foundation – when he was four. His extraction from wherever he might have lived prior to his arrival to Bliss Land was a mystery. It was only ideal that he considered Bliss Land as his home, he didn’t see reasons to retrospectively trace down his life but also, he found it meaningless that he was existing. Orphans were treated as subtle beings so they won’t develop the rationale that they are alone, such was what the staffs at Bliss Land tried to imply in the way they handled the children.

This might have backsided when it came to Ridwan. He always looked miserable, his mind endlessly traveled on a melancholic wave of thoughts. He never attributed a future for himself as he could never reconnect with if he even had a past.

Mary came in as part of the new staff assigned to Bliss Land by the recycling policy that extended across different facilities under the John Olaoye Foundation.
Mary found herself subconsciously drawn to Ridwan and for the first time, a person illuminated light in him. Ridwan was a hard nut to crack but Mary was persistent in bonding with him.

“I don’t have a tomorrow”. Ridwan mumbled as he sat in front of Mary during their usual talks that kept them engaged in the evening. This eve seemed a bit connecting.

Mary smiled and held his hand

“If tomorrow never comes,”
“What then becomes your purpose,”
“Will you still focus on reality,”
“Or does your determination wilt away,”
“If you still grasp a breath today,”
“Does it mean life will butter your tray,”
“You will always be blessed with a choice to make,”
“So be a man that tells a story of grace.”

Ridwan had these verses engraved in his heart and spent the next couple of days revolving around them. It was what eventually gave him purpose.

Months Later – He went through a wrinkled sheet of paper with tears glistering on the surface of his eyelids. It was the paper he wrote the poem Mary sang to him some months back. After a sad – me time, he finally rose up to make his way to the hallway where there was a crowd gathered for a photograph session.
It was the annual parting ceremony of the John Olaoye Orphanage Foundation. Ridwan felt like swollen dough in his outfit: he was dressed in a kaftan that resembled what a royal arab prince would put on under a majestic robe, but Ridwan wasn’t a prince and he disliked ceremonial fabrics and for a fact that this one, in particular, didn’t give him space to widen his broad chest while walking with that swagger he pompously cherished.
Ridwan walked sternly towards Mary. She had just taken some flashes with some children before raising her head to catch a staggering glimpse of Ridwan who was already in front of her. The scene felt like a matrimonial stage in which a sheepish bride would stand there, staring at her partner in awe of ecstasy. Mary noticed the tears saturated in Ridwan’s eyes.
“We’ve talked about this’ haven’t we?”. Mary whimpered as she looked at him. Mary was leaving Bliss Land as part of the recycling policy that bought her: old staffs will be replaced by new ones every year. Mary raised his head up and wiped his face with her fingers.
They both posed for a picture
“You better smile, I can’t be explaining to people about how I took a picture with an adolescent that still nurses watery eyes.”  Mary’s tease brought out a giggle from Ridwan. 

“Yeah sure, at least even it tomorrow never comes, I expressed myself today, that’s what you taught me, isn’t it. Always live today even if tomorrow never arrives.”

#31day writing challenge 

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