In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Half and Half.”
I am a writer and not a photographer, but when I saw the prompt Half and Half, I clung to it tenaciously and refused to look for a writing prompt. It echoed inside me, so it served as my prompt for Blogging 101 assignment Eleven.
I see me!
Two split parts of a whole.
Disgruntled me and Contented me.
Contented me. Your sunny child,
All cheery smiles and hearty spirit,
Blissfully happy and caring attitude,
Going Yay at everything. Let’s go! We can do it!
Thinking of all the possibilities and hiding the impossibilities,
At life, I look on with rose-colored spectacles,
Which tries to see an atom of good in everyone,
That me that always searches for the silver lining even in the darkest clouds,
A Progressive me, pushing to get ahead, to conquer the odds and every seeming insurmountable challenge.
Contented me, looks at the little blessings that grace my life each day, with gratitude.
Looking at how far I have come, at my beautiful family and whispers, a heartfelt thank you.
The Cultured me that takes in all the misadventures of life as a learning curve,
The Empathetic me seeking to make it better, doling out bits of comfort,
Wearing shock absorbers while tuning on the television
With ears adjusted to stable wavelength
So that I don’t hyperventilate from all the horrible news and more slick, slippery lying politicians
The Understanding me, the Honest me, the Encouraging Optimistic me, the Loyal me, the Confident Exuberant me, the Imaginative Helpful me and the list of me goes on.
The Me’s that paints a picture of perfection to cover the cracks of imperfection
Enters Disgruntled me.
The me that queries the why if at all? Why bother? Why not just laze around like a proverbial beach bum and watch the ships sail by?
The Disenfranchised me that battles with dreams that are yet to follow through. The incomplete and fragmented pictures of my life, simply getting on my nerves.
The Sunday horoscope is just never right!
The Tired me, not keen on playing good housewives and cooking until I find myself a darker shade in the face.
The Crazy me that wants to throw in the towel and run off barefoot with the rag-tag band of singing gypsies passing through town
The Impulsive me that wants to throw a fit and yell at the injustice of the World. The madness, the sad news and the toothy politicians.
A Sullen, Annoyed me wanting to take a bite out of someone’s blimpy backside
The Quarrelsome me, scouting for something to quarrel over. The sky is light blue and not pastel blue and you better not dare to disagree.
The Dissatisfied me, Depressed me, Finicky me, Pessimistic me, Conceited Arrogant me and God knows how many vices are tucked up my sleeves.
Well there you have it!
Contented me and Disgruntled me,
Mixed with some jiggery-pokery,
To make a Wholesome me.
A nice sweet and sour blend of humanness with a few grainy lumps,
A little rough at the edges but built for the long haul.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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