By Mahmood Adamu Imam
Often, we get absorbed into our daily activities until we become lost in them, and therefore, fail to remember certain calamities that are hidden, and for sure to explode, at some fated points of our lives. To almost all – including you, perhaps – an opportunity arrives only when it is destined to reach us, and hardly a thing that stays usually with us.
Only a few are blessed with the ability to realise proximate treasures they were endowed with. Vast majority believe that an opportunity is something far-fetched. I, myself, had being a usual upholder of this mediocre thought. But as the days passed, turning into years, I gave in to the idea, (thanks to the discretion that comes with age) and yes, with every certainty that opportunities don’t seize to overflow towards us, at almost all the time of our existence, especially when we are safe and healthy.
Most of us see health as one valuable element of a peaceful living. Some see it as rather a gift and a significant opportunity. The few individuals with the latter perception are the ones either taught by wit or by one circumstance of life or the other.
They say experience is the best teacher. Who needs no other proof than myself, who is now staring at the ceiling of hospital traveling the world of thoughts from one edge to another? It frightens me to believe what rather seems like a nightmare. I’m scared to look down so as not let a tear drop and cause trouble. The place is not a peaceful one: the smell, the sound and the sight (in short, every aspect of it). If looking at the walls alone is terrifying, then what more of looking at my own mother lying on a bed, surrounded by sophisticated medical tools. Good health, indeed, is a gift. I remember that, in the past, life was not so still; but it never got worse the way it is now.
After every while of thinking, approximately every minute, I look at her face, renowned for its beauty, now darkened by illness, and recount the many many lingering dreams that were hung unquenched by countless twists of fate. She suffered not a small number of tests in her life yet never failed to recognise the essence of living. Apart from health, no other factor is so powerful to hinder her from making the most productive use of her time.
If life were to remain still, then she would have loaded quite a number of great achievements atop her already triumphant records; the records I will continue to unveil all through this unavoidable battle with disharmony.
