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I stand alone


I came across this poster which made me remember a note I posted on my FaceBook page in December 2012 titled “I die alone” - quite a melancholic title.  I now much prefer ‘stand’ to ‘die’, so here goes.

 If I have a family I can rely on, I am very fortunate.  If I have even one friend who has my back, who lends their wagon to my circle then I am doubly blessed.

 I may have a list of numbers, of email addresses, of friends on FaceBook – and if I am lucky, perhaps a number of physical addresses where I am welcomed.  Some of the items on this list rarely make it to the “most”, or even the “last active item list”.  A greater part of my list is inactive.  Item last used six, twelve or even twenty-four months ago.

 If I search for the recently used item on that inactive list, it will most likely belong to the person who saw me as a means to an end, who identifier an opportunity I could offer and snatched it up. Once they had what they needed, they upped and run away.  Gone.  No backward look, no adieus!

 The flip side is when I require something.  I scroll through the list, fish out the number, dust it off, use it, get what I want and promptly pack it up again.  Return it to the list to lie idle for the next six, twelve, twenty-four months.

 Funny how crowded it gets when in there is a need.  Calls are waiting, voice-mail is activated, group sms is up; the need is trending, the online crowds are growing, it’s viral!  Mmmh?  I meet up, link up, chat, “like” – do whatever is required to use my list to get what I need.  With my kind of list resource, I do get what I need.

 Thanks but no thanks, I mentally assure you, I will not be calling soon.  I’ve got what I wanted, I’ve grabbed it, I’m running with it.  I will not need anything from you in a while.  No siree.  I have what I needed.  I’ve got it, I got it!  My list, my resource, my means to an end - family, friend, contact, colleague – all forgotten.

 Look at me – amazing yes?  I’ve done it!  You do it!  Everybody does it!

 Strange how, when the self applause has died down, and the need (worse than before) or another like it is back, and I cry “circle the wagons”, there was only one wagon, my wagon.  No one from the list appears.  The crowd is gone, I run alone, I walk alone, I stand alone.

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  1. Wambui23 May 2013 at 10:11

    Good work. Very interesting way of looking at things.

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