This is me – the Fairy GodSister; I’m a cry baby. I cry when I watch movies, most recently on the plane from Cairo to London, watching Spiderman. You know the bit when Jack’s (the little boy Spiderman saved from the dangling car) father called his fellow construction workers and they positioned their cranes in ways that helped Spiderman get to the Oscorp Tower? That was gratitude, a man repaying the kindness another had shown him, and it made me cry. Plus, it was good to again confirm that, ‘actor no dey die for feem’.
I cry when I miss people. On the plane from Abuja to Cairo I was crying, blinking furiously, and then smiling because I couldn’t blink back the tears. It was heart wrenching to leave, and I thoroughly miss my sister, her husband, my parents, and most of all, my darling nephew I had the singular privilege of babysitting the last eight days before I left. I miss them terribly.
I cry when I’m angry, you know that ‘so-angry-you-can’t-speak’ feeling? Yup, I look for a quiet, solitary place, I cry; then I come back refreshed, and heaven help the person who put me in that state. When I was younger I believed I had magical powers (lol), especially after watching X-Men. I felt I was Wolverine and would/could sprout claws if sufficiently provoked. So far it hasn’t happened (shame) but I remember getting so angry once at Uni that I banged my hands on a table. Had red streaks on a few fingernails; I’d told my sister of my Wolverine fantasies and she was so terrified when I showed her the marks it still makes me smile today.
I cry when I hear some testimonies (even though I tease my Momma when she does that); when I see the greatness of God manifested in a person’s life. I know God is awesome, greater than anything we know or can imagine; we humans are just piss poor representatives of Him. We (and I am speaking to Christianity, the religion I know) are the reason people think He is a joke, because we perpetuate such wickedness and injustice and then run under the cloak of Christianity. It is well (like Hell it’s not)!
I cry when I’m heartbroken, I guess that’s all of us isn’t it? Most recently was the middle of December when it looked like Christmas wouldn’t be what we’d planned it to be. Now I haven’t wailed like that in a while, and hopefully that’ll not happen again, or too often. Amen.
I cry when I’m happy, like ecstatic and I cannot express it any other way! Most recently was the day my darling nephew was born, that story is here.
I cry when I listen to worship/music. So it could be at church and the presence of God is so great in the room it reduces me to tears. or it could be listening to Tonex‘s ‘God has not forgot’, Todd Dulaney’s ‘Pulling me through’, Donnie McClurkin‘s ‘He’s calling you’, Asa’s ‘Bamidele’, ‘e ye adaba’ (you get my drift), or anything by Michael Franks (loads of memories there). So you see, music makes me cry too.
I remember crying the first time I saw white hair on my mother’s head. I hugged, kissed her, and then told her I didn’t want her to grow old. Think/say what you will but I still don’t want her to grow old (that’s both my parents), it is one of the scariest thoughts ever.
So it looks like this is a ‘cry’ post, and you’re right. I’m fiery, fast, (can be) furious, fair, friendly, forgiving (worked very hard on this), fun, favoured, (insert positive adjectives as you please), plus I’m the Fairy GodSister. And I cry.
- At some point (emeraldogzz.wordpress.com)
- Knights and Curls and All of Love (walkingunveiled.wordpress.com)
- Onions and Influenza (soulcloset.wordpress.com)
- Tears (resolvingmemories.wordpress.com)
- What’s the deal with crying? (everandrea.wordpress.com)
- Moved to tears…. (livingaccordingtohiswill.wordpress.com)
- …tears unwound… the last song of mourning for a love lost (procrastinatingdevilsworkshop.wordpress.com)
- Tears (atimetoweepdevotional.wordpress.com)
- Tears (bbookmagazine.wordpress.com)