February: A Rebirth

February is now on the last stretch and oh what a month it has been! There are those who call it the month of love but to me it is much more than that. Besides being the month of love, it is my birthday month and I have come to regard it as my rebirth month.

First of all, I think I’m going to have a theme for every month this year. January was more of a coming out month for me. Okay, that doesn’t sound right. Chuckles Breaking out is more appropriate here. It was a month in which I made a resolution (Duh, everybody did) about what I wanted to do this year, to be more ambitious, consistent, persistent and serious. I sent out a bunch of emails and started networking more. Basically, I stepped out of my comfort zone.

I was born in February and every other February I feel like I have been reborn. It is a rebirth in several different aspects, reminiscent of Marjorie Oludhe Mcgoye’s novel Coming to Birth. This year I underscored that by completely rebranding myself.  Big multinationals rebrand themselves once in a while, so why not I, a mere mortal. This new birth has come with a new identity, new brand, new hairstyle, new apartment and new everything. I do need new friends too. New beginnings.

January is so long and drags itself so much that it feels like a whole year in another year. Pockets are yawning, shoes are dusty and the skies are cloudless. February is too short and fast but important, if you blink you miss it. It is the month that sets the agenda for the rest of the year. It compensates for the brutal January; a month of hope and rebirth. A month of expectant skies and slight showers.

Before this short month ends, I want to live, to laugh, to love, to be loved, to relax, to explore, to be happy, to experience something new, something exciting. I want to see my mama again and be close to the breasts I suckled when I was born. It is a rebirth.

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