This radio presenter got me there!
Radio presenter: Today we are going to be talking about oranges and tangerineeeessss!. This is an exciting one for me because I FEEL I like oranges…..
Me: (to myself) What did I hear? I FEEL I like? What is that? Oh please, you either know you like oranges or you know you don’t like oranges. Which one is “I FEEL I like”?
Anyways, once I ignored her very strange foreign accent; this lady presenter’s choice of words finally cracked me up. I truly had a good laugh. Let her be “feeling” there. When it comes to me of course, I absolutely like oranges. Anytime anywhere, I have room reserved in my stomach for oranges.
And so why don’t I just tell you about this orange seller in the market from whom I bought oranges from two days ago.
So back from the market, sitting on my kitchen stool in my kitchen, and it was the juice that I was looking for and I hadn’t gotten yet. I automatically squeezed harder on this one orange that I was holding in my hands. Maybe with more pressure I will be able to press the juice out of the orange. Still there was nothing except that by now pulps from the orange were popping out. Next thing, I bit it, I bit it hard enough to force my front teeth through it. Then I sucked as hard as I could. Again, there was barely any substantial juice inside my mouth enough for me to swallow down my throat.
The saliva in my mouth was just orang-y, and that was it.
All that effort I put in, that was already orange number three! The first two oranges were the same. I was beginning to get concerned. Does this mean that I bought one dustbin-basket full of juiceless oranges?!
Me that by mere looking at an orange, I know which orange has juice and which one does not have juice. And, not that the oranges were even cheaper!
I got even more annoyed.
For goodness’ sake, and I had many other choices in the market!
Thing is, even till now that I am typing this down here, I am convinced just as I was sitting in my kitchen two days ago that the orange seller was the cause.
This particular orange seller, you see, was awfully charming. I’m telling you right now that I have met many but not quite like him! And this is what I most remember:
He was all out
He said the right things about his oranges
He was funny
He made himself likable
He showed passion for his orange selling petty business
He laughed easily
I still remember how happy and cheerful he looked
Not that I like that I feel cheated by this orange seller -after all, I don’t even know if the orange seller himself knew that the oranges which he sold to me were juiceless.
But still I can’t help seeing this either; which is that every time that I’d thought about this incidence with the orange seller at the market; the orange seller reminds me of what our attitude towards our hustles, what our attitude towards our works, our duties, our responsibilities and so on could be like.
Maybe check for yourself; can you remember what attitude you always wanted to have?
Well then.....God bless our works,
And God bless our hustles -already started or still being imagined in our heads.
Let’s meet here again,
***Have you read my previous post here? I am looking for someone or people to work with for this year's International Women's Day celebration***
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