Do you remember what it was like when you got back to school after the Summer holidays? You’d forget how to do all things school related - even holding a pen felt strange. Well that’s what it’s like sitting here writing this entry. It’s been so long I seem to have forgotten all things afrolegoman related and my fingers aren’t finding the keys with the same easy rhythm they used to. You probably don’t want a reason as to why I’ve not written for such a long time but you’re gonna get one anyway. Between starting my new job (damn it’s tough), turning 30 (more on that later), and chasing every lick of sunshine we have been blessed with (does any one else love wearing sunglasses?) I’ve literally had no time to process all the thoughts going through my mind let alone let alone get them down on... well (digital) paper. The only reason I even have the time to type this is because the seatbelt light is on and I can’t get to the shoebox of a an aeroplane toilet that’s been calling my name ever since I necked those two complimentary gin and tonics the nice, but slightly ingenuous, flight attendant gave me - that’s right I’m flying people.
The End of an (afro-shaped) Era
And no, I’m not talking about Oprah quitting (although it’s a shame) and I do hope she finds a suitable replacement. Much love Angie!
No the era that has come to an end is the decade otherwise known as my twenties. When I started this entry I had actually only just turned thirty and this post was more apt. Now almost an entire month later I’m finishing it over the Atlantic Ocean en route to Canada, as I previously mentioned, for a friend’s wedding. And that’s the point - gone are the days where the boys and I would travel to visit a new bar in a new city to check some new girls. Now we travel to each other’s weddings, house warming’s and children’s birthday parties as we set the younger man’s burdens aside and accrue the focus of people who are moving to the next stage of life - a better stage. One where we are no longer judged by trivial measures but on our character’s. On the testaments others can give, not based on our accomplishments, but on the people we have become.
I don’t fully know the person I’ve become, but I do know the person I hope to be. They’re kind, generous and a credit to their parents. They understand that differences are not there to divide us but to allow us to learn from one another and add colour to our lives. They know the importance of faith - whatever faith that may be - but know better than to judge those without it. They can see the good in others, even if those others can't necessarily see it in themselve's. They are passionate without being overbearing, fearless without being foolish and independent without being isolated. Yeah, that's who I hope I've become, how about you?
Like I said, I don’t fully know the person I have become, but I know I have enjoyed getting to this point - I can't . So long twenties, you were an excellent teacher!
Legoman out!
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