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Gma’s Wall Photos

02 Sep

Step into my living room. Easily, you would think you were in a photo gallery;
It is about Gma’s love to have her photos right where she can see them without having to flip photo album pages. I’m sitting in her favorite spot in the living room and the wall before me is covered with photos. The wall at my back is also covered with photos.

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Some time ago, the house was made over and that left the walls with just a few pictures, simple and uncluttered. But the walls were just too #notjustOK for Gma. Day after day, more photos were added to the ones already on the photo railing – by Gma. I thought “well, fine. When the railing can take no more photos, she’ll stop.” Soon, the railing was holding all the photos it could take,

… but Gma did not stop.

Much as I did not like the idea of adding more photos, I was very instrumental in placing many on the wall. Gma did most of it herself but there were times when she needed a little help. She would call me and point to a spot on the wall – her other hand holding the new photo addition. Quickly I understood. In a few minutes, the wall had one more photo.

There were times when you’re passing by and you see her standing in the middle of the room scanning the wall, a fresh photo in hand. Oh no, not again but you already know the drill. One more photo baby.

Why, why and why? There are probably a host of different reasons. But here is one I’m 99% sure about:

She wanted to be able to see all the faces in those photos all the time, and I know she derived a lot of joy just sitting in the sofa and looking across the wall – whereon the photos hanged – wherein the people she cared about permanently smiled. Yes, these are the people she cared about. Seeing them all the time makes her day.
She wanted to put all her nice memories right before her at all times, which science has not proven to be a bad thing.
As you age, family, friends and the other “smaller things” of life matter more on a scale higher than they used to. Small gifts from people you care about mean more.. than just gifts. That explains something.

If you’d ask me,

The littler things of life mean more.
I would choose modesty and happiness over too much money – money over and beyond what I will ever need.
I would rather have friends to play with than servants to wait upon me.
I would choose a small, cozy, comfy, comfortable house over a fifty-bedroom mansion.
I would feast on the type: pounded yam, tea, fish and veggies, roast corn.. over expensive dinners in the most-luxurious of hotels.
I would rather stick to one beautiful lady than do hot whores who would eventually make your life (w)horrifying and (w)horrible <== #checktharhyme Winking smile

So, it beats me to imagine why humans would, in a bid to be happy:
Keep dozens of cars,
Build mansions, most rooms of which you would never use,
Steal billions upon billions from the treasury,
Keep collecting and acquiring everything there is to acquire.
abbl…

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