Some people see good beauty and turn their back out of jealousy or other reasons.
When I see good badass beauty, I embrace it with my whole heart and align my energy in oneness with the image.
And if I’m lacking one or Two things in synergy with its image, I realign myself to meet up with its vibrations, and subsequently cross to follow its light.
Are you aware mathematics, music and myth are three traditional bridges? Mysticism might be considered a fourth. Beauty could also be a bridge but we can’t be so sure. What we can be sure of is how beauty exposes the three traditional bridges through: mathematical proportion, harmony of parts, mythical sensibilities. Talking about mythical sensibilities, the beauty of gods/goddesses like Aphrodite’s sculpture, and radiant paintings driven through artist work tells a revealing story of how beauty arrested the renaissance motion.
I am overjoyed to share with you, this story I’ve kept on the inside for so long. Enjoy!
One day at class in St. Joseph’s, Our principal named Reverend Sister Mary Breda Chilaka who is hereafter referred to in this story as Sister Mary, walked into our class Primary 4A on her regular routine check for students’ wellbeing.
After her chitychaty ritual, she seldom ask a question or two to gain some clarity about her pupils. Being a big fan of school plays, quizzes and debates, she ensured activities which encouraged reasoning and critical thinking were introduced by the Bishop (proprietor) while she fostered the school curriculum early from Nursery 1 (age 3+) to Primary 5 (age 9-10).
Moving on to this particular day at class I will never forget for the rest of my life, Sister Mary asked a binary question of which the answer as you may have guessed, is either a Yes or a No.
Following statement of question she asked, “If the answer is Yes raise your hands.” So I raised my hand alongside 7 classmates out of a class of 25 pupils. It was 32% minority. “Put your hands down”, she said. “If the answer is No raise your hands.” Almost entire class raised their hands. From the look on Sister Mary’s face, it was obvious things didn’t compute.
Just to ensure some pupils whose hands were raised to a Yes did not raise their hands to a No, she repeated the question. “If the answer is Yes, raise your hands.” I raised my hand again only this time with 2-3 classmates. Soon I heard some of our classmates mumbled. As Sister Mary was about to verbally count those whose hands were raised to a Yes, the few people whose hands were raised along with mine gradually dropped their hands one after the other. Oops. The whole episode started to look like a film trick that will make you remember Dharmendra and Amitabh Bachchan in Sholay.
However, I kept my hand raised, internalized the question asked again and again as every seconds flashed by. “How come I was the only boy in class with raised hand?”Hmm… Maybe I was wrong but too stubborn to accept the fact that the brightest student in class didn’t get it right? The idea of how fast I learnt the Papal anthem as a drummer for the school brigade won’t save me from the embarrassment I was soon to face, I thought.
The entire classroom became eerily quiet you could hear a pin drop as my hand stayed up with no further hesitation. Almost immediately, my heart started to pound heavily against my chest…as my heart palpitations intensified!
The silence was soon broken with a raised voice. “If the answer is No, raise your hands”, said Sister Mary. At this point, the entire class raised their hands in observance of their collective decision but I paid no heed.
Now here comes the interesting part of the story:
After the raise your hands put your hands down exercise, Sister Mary said those who said Yes should walk towards the front of the class. As you know, the front is where the blackboard is normally located and I was thinking maybe I was about to get chalked.
As I slowly stepped from my seat, something whispered, “You are going to be humiliated today because you always prove too-know.” Just because I had a knowing rather than a feeling the answer to Sister Mary’s question was somewhere in the recess of my mind as well as within my cognitive grasp, I ran forward in confidence of my decision.
Without going much further into nitty-gritty of the drama that ensued in class on that fateful day, Sister Mary announced I am right to the bewilderment of my fellow classmates.
Are you with me? Please carry on reading.
On that day, the way and manner I rang the midday bell for prayer could pass on to legend if only Sister Mary read my thoughts. As the school time keeper, the onus was upon me to ring at intervals for either change of lessons or start of prayer:
V. The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary,
R. And she conceived of the Holy Spirit.
Hail Mary, etc…
V. Behold the handmaid of the Lord.
R. Be it done unto me according to Your Word.
Hail Mary, etc…
V. And the Word was made flesh,
R. And dwelt among us.
Hail Mary, etc…
V. Pray for us, O holy Mother of God.
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
Let us pray:
Pour forth, we beseech You, O Lord,
Your Grace into our hearts;
that as we have known the incarnation of Christ,
your Son by the message of an angel,
so by His passion and cross
we may be brought to the glory of His Resurrection.
Through the same Christ, our Lord.
End of timeless memory
The number of student in the class is only an approximation. And I can’t remember the question either. The only thing I remember vividly is the feeling I got from the experience.
Up to this day, my character remains the same as I have come to realise people often follow the crowd out of peer pressure or fear of being ridiculed if we take a path opposite to custom.
As a child, the experience left a lasting impression on me, and it’s been a recurring theme in my life.
TODAY I decided to share this childhood memory on Iceini blog just in case anyone somewhere can draw a moment’s freshness and relaxation from my shared memory. Remember, each person bears a uniqueness that asks to be lived and that is already present before it can be lived.
Here I am today, the same as yesterday, and future. I changeth not 😊😄😆
Thanks for reading.
*Good beauty can be used interchangeably with badass beauty. If not in the reader’s mind, it’s in the writer’s mind that good or bad should not be misunderstood as good vs evil.*