Dangerous Waters

It is like swimming in the Atlantic at Lekki Beach when the tides are up and waves are awash as they build, rise and break on the great boulders deliberately erected to stop another 'may yet come' catastrophe. When you are in the water, and having a human eye and nose your senses of smell and hearing are highly varied yet still you rely on them to take control of your aquacy. As opposed to the 'never so clean' waters of the lake and rivers from which I learnt to 'float like a butterfly' the Atlantic waters are cleaner and clearer.

But aquatic life has never been human at all. That is why while swimming at Lekki Beach you would like to believe that the 'waters are safe' from all the beasts, ogres and grisly dangers that lurk within the belly of the earth that is the big mass of water. Your eyes will not assure you of the safety neither will your ears but you still go ahead and try out the strokes you got left as long as you can only beat the water, until something solid come your way, and that it is land - any land.

Imagine that instead it was a shark's fin that you touched - non other thab a Great White!

Then it dawns on you that you should have been weary of the 'unknown'. So it gets tricky as the days goes. House cleaning and an impending signature. Balances, documents and reversals. One move through is accomplished by an irreversibly activity. Then the message is that 'your hand either was never there or has been archived' but you can feel it when you look for it with your feet. Your hand is either under the water or is still attached to your arm but the fear of the thought of the Great White still taking its sweet time with you as it swims along leisurely somewhere in the water, blanks and darkens your day.

I remember those dreams when I was young when I would be chased by a lion and I would be unable to move forward. I would either slip and fall or some force would pull me backwards. And what about those fights that I would be throwing punches that wouldn't go. A dream to the morning. It all means I slept well.

It is not me but the road you drive me through that will dictate how I close and open my windows - and of course which car I'll feel comfortable in. Nobody has ever explained the real issues necessitating the clean-up that has been going on beyond 'environmenta' and that is why I wouldn't know which broom to use. So how would I clean a Systems Applied Problem house that has got so many rooms? Its an ERP!

They sold and distributed some merchandise and their values to various rooms which they all forgot to clean. Now they say the people who initiated the merchandise should clean it. But why should they when the merchandise are in order and in their places? Phew. Mini master came in but I still see some merchandise and values where maybe they are no longer needed.

But what will happen when the tides 'go down', will there be more Great Whites or others like the Blue Whales shall spring up - real or imaginary. The foundation blocks still remain but without mortar and metal to hold. Will it be built from here? What next?

I haven't seen the 'While you were away' for Lucky but I bet its gonna be interesting - when chicken come home to roost - and I need Manucho here just to see him hold his nose and say 'Aaaaah that one.....'

Swim in the waters you know.