‘Age’ they say is a number while ‘Old’ is a feeling.
My friend, Toyen_YEN was fifty yesterday in America.
Another one, CY – The owner of Abe Igi (my lunch place) is going to hit the golden mark come November, serious plans are underway too. I still teased her what the preferred theme would be yesterday. Big or small party ?
Interestingly too, Dapsy my (long) friend is hitting the GOLDEN age next month.
He messaged me a few days ago:
Please keep Sunday the XYZth of October free.
Will be 50 on the ABCth of October, God willing, and planning on having a thanksgiving and taking my male friends to lunch on the XYZth, when I’m back in Nigeria.
(Madam won’t be around, so no wives). Will send details later. Cheers.’
“:D – At no wives.
As if I get one.
Happy Birthday in advance.
You will celebrate 100 too.
So happy for you – SMALL BOI
It’s funny how marking birthdays not only remind us but scares us into realising how so old we have become or are becoming.
One good reason I don’t celebrate birthdays. Forget the unnecessarily huge costs too.
Ok, you’re wondering what my age is ?
Lemmie just say it here and loud.
I’m not these guys mate ooooooo.
Older. Younger – Watch this space.
Just this morning, I was at the gate with two neighbours; Miss K and Mrs. O – I had strayed into Mrs. O who had travelled home with her big sis to bury sister’s husband who passed after a brief illness.
He would’ve been celebrating his 74th birthday at the end of the month.
She was gisting me about the carnival like burial when Miss K dropped in on us.
‘You’ she screamed Miss K, when she sighted me.
‘Where have you been – Did you travel for summer or what ?’ she asked.
Traaaaa_WHAT ? I wondered.
‘Uncle G is always around Mrs. O’ chipped in.
We all chatted away. Laughed, hilariously too – All three of us, after which they exited my gate.
As they did, I sighted another neighbour. A beautiful young female, strolling down.
I was glad to have let go of my older female neighbours.
As the young lady strolled towards my direction, I fixated my gaze on her; very intentionally and with the objective of locking eyes with her.
Yeah, it’s no longer a secret. I love (like) beautiful women.
Even much better when they’re intelligent.
Sorry about the diversion.
So as I locked my gaze with hers, I followed with a sweet tender smile.
She returned same and I engaged gear – DRIVE.
“HI” in my crisp baritone voice.
Her response was a jolt back to reality for me.
Another reminder of old age.
‘Good morning sir’ she said.
@ O’Shine ORIGINAL