By Daphne Vicky
Lately I love to dream; but not at night some of those late night dreams are dreadful. Anyway I love to day dream and do what all youth my age love to do “build castles in the air” so as I go about my daily activities which involve cleaning/washing the dishes since we can’t afford a dish washer and please don’t laugh or flown at this because this is Uganda and that’s typical for humble homes ofcourse a polite name for poor homes but that’s a another issue all together.
In addition I clean the house and in the course of all these I let my mind run off mansions, PHD, scripting name it. Since my imagination is becoming wilder by the day, am breaking some rules as far as building castles is concerned. I to have no idea how forbidden this territory is as long as it’s not as scary as the Flying Dutch Man I will let my feet peddle a bit.
Mind: At 40 (that’s my imaginative mind)
Me: Shut stop will you? How many times will I have to clear you off that course beside how sure are you that The Lord will
Mind: yo’ not Him
Me: now you even have the audacity to cut me off Oh!! Lord:
However since my mind has a mind of its own, (don’t worry I also wonder how that is possible) I let it peddle a bit. True the waters are cold; pretty cold because like every other youth I do not want to think negative only big castles are built, so at 40 am convinced to peep and sure the view is nothing but lovely. Let me tell you what I see:
Four lovely children running around and who would not want to be a mother so my second foot is next. It gets rosy because there is one almost my age however the temptation is too much and I want to see if am still lovely, which husband and oh my that’s when it hits home am in dangerous territory so let’s face it ladies.
At 40 the ones career driven shall definitely have good jobs I mean good jobs but most probably no husband or broken homes but I will be married that’s for sure, added more weight than I would need do not give me that look please don’t because even when one hits the gym like crazy old age is no darling it hits back like a wounded lion after a tear filled apology so….that’s not going to work for me.
At 40 I shall be less attractive, and what are you saying believe me the makeup ages the looks faster than the HIV virus gets transmitted so am going slow on it and oh with children and the frustration that comes with raising them no chance but I will try since I know what’s in store unlike most of us who will have lost a lot of that youthful charm that used to turn heads when employed and do not ask me why because this is painful to admit and it’s been hard coming to terms with it ahh but I will survive
At 40 the slim waist that some of my friends envy will be no more and I will join my mother’s club (though I hope mine won’t be too big because… no I am not going to think about it) and worst of all no man will be paying me compliments any more, please don’t argue because already the compliments have reduced when am in my 20’s what about the 40’s. Ladies on this issue, am scared truly because how will I be able be to survive, at least promise me you will be there because my male friends will be scared of the Mr.’s wrath.
My dress code will change because being a wife and mother, I will not have the liberty to show a little of what my mama gave me (that’s if it’s still there it self) so let’s just say a little of what was. In those days I will find myself a good African attire store with a good tailor so as to transform my looks…. Watch that space.
However I hope my legs will still look good that’s a secret wish so do not mention it. I have many things to hope for at 40 like holding hands with my children’s father during a Sunday service and laughing at the jokes made by the preacher that’s if he has a sense of humor but never the less I will keep dreaming like all young people despite what I know about my 40’s.