Quality often presents itself, seldom do we recognise the presence of greatness and mistaken it for a simple conversation.
Sometimes the building blocks we find are made of more than bricks and mortar. Instead we find them in words spoken or seeds watered for no reason other than a plain observation of a reality language often fails to encapsulate.
Visionaries live in the future, they run in such a manner, those who follow must do at such a pace even sonic would struggle. The ground is wind beneath your feet for here you live in the clouds. It is a position higher than the crowds for this place is where no man has been until now. NOW in your hand you hold that which is dear, the heart, the passion, the emotional driver that causes one to act.
But consider this for a moment, that thoughts are limited to that which our eyes are fixated, that our sense of purpose is on a learned experience or the opening of ones eyes to the realities of narrow mindedness. I guess sometimes we name it focus yet tunnel vision is the focus on one to the exclusion of others. It is the light at the end of the tunnel. Suppressing possibility, fixated on the continuity of a single thought. It is like the fixation of an infant on milk. With no concept of time space or the reality that daddy is in the middle of the shopping centre. It is the fixation on NOW for the promise of satisfaction served by the fulfillment of that desire of the heart, body and soul. Milk.
I was live on radio and asked my favourite food to which I responded Yogurt. At the time, it was no match for the carefully crafted alternative of joloff rice. This ensued a debate on which is better Nigerian or Ghanaian. I would say Ghanaian since that is where I’m from when in actual fact I like yogurt.
It wasn’t until last night that this was explored with the response that if another was to ask the questions, The follow on would be, “what type of yogurt?”
Immediately this question in its simplicity opened a door of escape in this milk fueled tunnel. And so I took it. Not wanting to sound too cliché (because secretly we care about these things more than we ought) I gave life to my far reaching buds of taste and said lemon curd.
For in the moment prior, it was viewed with the simplicity of taste like munch bunch to which I laughed and for a moment imagined a yogurt party where petits filous, muller and onken would make an appearance. Bliss it seemed. Before long, I was brought crashing back to reality with the question, “what type of yogurt?” As if to find that hidden treasure because if it were to qualify as a favourite, there must be some knowledge attached. I responded “Greek style”.
“Muller?” Was the next obvious question because again, if this was a favourite, it had to be good.
See, what I was reaching for was the consistency, the rich creamy thickness of flavour that captivates all the senses with its coolness as it announces its arrival with the change in temperature. Different.
So I proceeded to say, “Waitrose, lemon curd.” I paused as though in that moment I had done nothing more than answer a simple question.
“Quality” was the response as though it was confirmation of life in the obscure, satisfaction in that which is considered. Understanding on a level of comprehension, it begged the audience of those who saw beyond the glaringly obvious but instead the heart, body and soul. Milk fermented with specific cultures, fresh, not curdled where yogurt is an option yet knowledge of which exact cultures is unknown, thus anything could happen.
Funny thing is I didn’t even have yogurt, nor did I crave it at that moment in time.
Don’t let go of my hand yet, it is crunch time…
For we have spoken of visionaries, sonic, milk and discovered that the conversation was not even about yogurt.
Consider for a minute, those conversations that open your mind to the possibility of what could be if every so often we turned our heads to the left and saw how that which we left behind only enhances the end goal. Open your mind to the possibility of what could be if ever so often we turned our heads to the right and noticed that which was right in front of us the whole time.
I am a thinker and castles I build in the sky for I am also a dreamer. Yet in the questions that pushed me to think and qualify a statement , I gained a new understanding. It was the changing of the narrative, the vision was the captain of this ship to an understanding that cultivating the earth beneath our feet feeds the longing of a deeper knowledge and appreciation than surface layers. It is the appreciation of quality.
Those who question you,
Those who challenge you,
Those who see you for what you could become.
Those who in a moment change you.
Quality often presents itself, seldom do we recognise the presence of greatness and mistaken it for a simple conversation.
While we are here.. let’s talk about my Zulu neck piece. This is actually the second one I have owned as my first one broke but my story fits regardless.
Yes.. That is me in the picture smiling.. I am having the best wash day ever lol.. Okay lets cut all the cheesy talk.. Seriously. It is simple to get what you have always wanted 1- less breakage and better manageability. Did I mention that it only takes me a couple of hours to go through my whole wash day process?
So the words right here are.. share your story here.. well if I must.. I will tell you why it is one of life’s skills
First of all the aim is to keep it basic. (I will do an effortless / more natural look in the weeks to come). What I like to do is to pick out the parts of my makeup routine that I love the most and try and incorporate them into my look. Lets look at the 3 essentials
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