August 11th, 2019
Dear Patient Reader,
I had taken a picture of a shallow hole with radiating cracks created in the cement path in college which was damp due to the previous rains. It had a few fallen greenish-white mahogany flowers inside. Also with having reflected on my unwavering stubbornness during the week, I imagined my stubbornness to be the hard, cement surface of the path. And I thought, “I should get a crack in that, shouldn’t I?”
Rather, I do need a permanent hole in my stubbornness; so much stubbornness never brought anyone any good. When family or my parents have reasoned with me, their words are Couma dire dilo lor brede songe (Creole for “Like water on taro leaves”), which creates a perfect metaphorical visual of how my conscience doesn't really absorb their pouring words.
Though, words directed at me have always created cracks in my glass-casing, however minute they may have been. I need those cracks, to reflect on my strong, steadfast character. Being in-control does not leave space for correction. Needless to say, that yes, there are many times when I act, learn, and change my act.
For all those whose Grandma always says So la tet dir! (Creole, which translates into “His/Her head is hard!”), allow them to make cracks in your heads, which will hopefully become a permanent hole that they can pour some sensible water into.
Remember, act - learn - and change your act.
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