The clan is like a lizard, each time it loses its tail, it grows another.
Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart.
These words kept me sane on the days I nearly lost it. It’s much truer to say for everytime I lost it, I came back, stronger. Every year had it ups and downs, for this year, it seemed the downs were unending at first. The first half of the year might have as well been a thousand years of suffering, tears, heartbreak and learning.
I wrote my first professional exams in this half of the year. The preparation time was the most trying part of my life in medical school. I fought with myself greatly, I broke down into a million and one pieces and I was so melodramatic. There were days when I stared at my voluminous academic workload and tears rolled down my cheeks. How about the days I was sullen and would talk to no one because I was overwhelmed. Those days aren’t left out, they were the climax of this half of the year.
The first rains of genuine joy fell early June. They fell in the form of my first professional MBBS/BDS results. I passed! I knew boundless happiness. It’s one of the happiest moments of my life this year. I intend to do it again next year.
The world is not a pleasant place
to be without someone to hold and be held by… .
Nikki Giovanni, The World Is Not A Pleasant Place To Be.
The latter part of the year would undoubtedly be my best not because it was without its own trouble but because as Nikki Giovanni rightly implies, grief shared with the ones you love, that love you too, are lightweights and can’t kill one.
I started this latter half with healing all the parts of me that were broken. It was difficult because I had to make tough decisions, one of which was contesting for an elected position. I was undecided till few weeks to the election. Another lie, I wasn’t undecided, I just didn’t declare my intentions on time. It was the metamorphic time of my life this year. The electioneering process changed me. I grew an uncanny trait for quick decision-making and trusting my intuition. This would come in handy in future, if it hasn’t. I did win my first contested election.
I want to be happy, forever because I deserve it.
Divine Amaewhule Chimmakwa, 2021.
The latter months of the latter half of the year brought me weightlessness, lightness in spirit and a new kind of joy. It is something more than the frantic excitement that fills little children when they blow up fireworks. It supercedes the joy of chasing beautiful butterflies or feeling butterflies in your stomach. It’s peace of mind, and love. This year came with a torrent of emotions, I am particularly pleased that peace, happiness and love are the ones I feel now, at the end. Twenty Twenty-One has a happy ending if this is any end. Cheers to another 366 day cycle. Happy new year, dear daughter of Afri-fans, thank you for the best year, yet.