Is this love – is this love – that I’m feeling?
I was feeling rather playful and humorous when I wrote the lines verbatim to the famous Bob Marley Reggae song. I can’t remember how old I was when I first heard this song on the radio but to me, it sounded as though this Reggae legend was very much in love. So, while I’ve never been a fan of his music and Reggae in general, I had to enter this number as one of my favorites for the day.
It’s a nice tune to hum to whenever you’re in the mood for love.
I went through a few bleak days, and today the sun is shining gloriously, giving us all a break to catch up on our outdoor chores and spend time outdoors, fortunate that it is the weekend, or was at the time of writing this post. I guess it’s up to our content manager, so I can’t be sure when this post is published and online. But my writing, I think, remains on cue, it does not matter what we are talking about, and can be read at any time of the day or month.
I have love in my veins.
Even though I am still feeling a bit tetchy about my week ahead. I should not be complaining. After all, I have much to do. It would be very worrying indeed if I had nothing to do, or chose just to lay about feeling sorry for myself and doing nothing. I’m not going to recall any religious verses, I’m quite sure that no matter the religion, they are all quite similar anyway. After all, we all believe in the same Maker, right.
Anyway, this feeling of fulfillment that quickly surpassed the worry over the week ahead reminds me of the old nursery rhyme about one Elsie Marley. Work it out, but her time was long, long before Bob Marley’s rise to fame. And, so by the way, Elsie and Bob are definitely not related. Marley was a real life visionary, many conservatives and fundamentalists say that he wasn’t so, but the Reggae poet and singer was actually quite a religious man.
Unless I am very much mistaken, it is fair to say that he basically put Reggae and Jamaica on the map. Today, apart from a few million devotees across the world, the music and its religion is pretty much forgotten. Today, when people think about Jamaica in the popular context, they think of Rihanna, with or without clothes on, abused or loved. Today, especially with Rio being just moments away from us now, sports fans think of Usain ‘Lightning’ Bolt and the rest of his very fast Jamaican team of Olympic sprinters.
I think the cocky and confident Bolt is much more than he appears to be in the flesh, that is, if you can catch a glimpse of him. Yes, he is immensely talented as the world’s faster human being. But, to my mind, he remains a great role model for the young kids playing in the street with dreams of their own of one day running around an Olympic track or playing soccer in a world cup tournament.
Bolt has faith. He has faith in himself and he has faith in those around them. If he wasn’t so busy and so fast, I wouldn’t mind hitching up with him for a date. Girls, is this guy attached with someone, anyone out there know?
Anyway, the fairy tale nursery rhyme, echoing religious sayings, depicts a very lazy girl who just couldn’t or wouldn’t get up in the morning. As a result of her laziness, she pretty much missed out on what the glorious sunshine and the rest of the day had to offer her. Taking this children’s fable up a notch and applying it to our own lives, this is an edict for the consequences of our own inactions, well, for those of us who are lazy.
Life passes you by in a big way. You miss out on everything. You miss out on friendship, love, work opportunities. It’s incredible to note that there are folks out there who are just so lazy that they won’t even get out of bed to make themselves something to eat. It’s a miracle then that many of them don’t starve. I’m closing this More Love post on a somber note, perhaps even on a personal one.
This is because I have first-hand experience of the very dilemma of being idle. Oh, and they also say somewhere else that idle hands make for lightening the load for Satan, words to that effect. The conundrum is this. Others are very quick to judge and point fingers when they see this on their streets. They immediately assume the worst in the person’s character and moral fiber.
In America, these folks are called bums. In other English-speaking parts of the world, they are also referred to as hobos. And they are generally quite filthy and smelly. No, I was never one of those, but I can’t stop thinking about them, there’s just so many in our neighborhood. My feeling about them and others (including me in the past) who bordered on this condition is that they became so depressed or endured a shattering crisis, or extreme poverty that caused them to lose everything.
My immediate thought now is this. These folks don’t need our harsh criticism. Yes, they do need tough love. They need More Love. Lots of it. Give them a break and let’s try and help them.
Right, I hope that last post has managed to get your creative juices flowing for a bit, so much so that you’re really keen to get your act together and