JOURNÉE

CHAPTER 1.

'Hahahahaha' Esra laughed running all around the house showing her two incisors quite vividly, excited to be on her own two feet. 'Where is the child? Where is she?' Her mum kept looking for her wondering where on earth she could have crawled to, not knowing she was looking for the 'living among the dead' ; the walking among the crawling. Didn't you see her running up and about, the dad mentioned and giggled a bit. The mum pretended not to notice while keenly viewing from her side then Esra ran as fast as she could to the other side, giving away her hiding spot. The mum watched and grabbed her before she could run away again. "Oh no you don't," she said giggling, " It is shower time, my dear." She squirmed in her arms, wriggling consistently to try get out of her hold but Mama's grip was tight for she knew Esra was not one to give up easily, she was a fighter. Esra never liked to shower for she remembered when she was burnt with hot water when younger while being bathed, the pain still fresh in her memories. This her mum found out later on after the housemaid burnt her knowingly or unknowingly, the answer still unknown. Her mum knew which strings to pull, she hugged her and played with her and that's how Esra showered. Mama knows best, isn't that so? Being quite active at such a young age, her first words were "pee nyama" meaning "please give me meat" in Swahili. For a child, it showed her love for meat. It's funny yet so true. Who would have thought that the first words would not be Mama or papa but it would be a full phrase, life is indeed funny. Being the kid that she was, she was always a helper yearning to assist, never wanting to view somebody suffering but wanting to help nonetheless.
Dad was used to working late, rising early and pushing to always deliver to give everyone a great life. He was not the most social person, always looking on ways to make and ensure all is well. He forgets himself sometimes, feeling very vulnerable and helpless when sick and can't do what he is supposed according to his own terms. He has a focus and is very excited to do his work. A tall, buff guy with a drive and determination that is simply funny. He strives and works hard to maintain his hard-earned good name. Intelligent and quite headstrong.
Mum, a high-spirited , hardworking, driven, goal oriented lady who does not take no for an answer and knows which strings to pull. Smart yet very subtle. A strength of hers. Such a radicle family.
The brother, strict, and no nonsense. The attitude and responsibilities heavy and challenging as the bearer of the crown. It wasn't a walk in the park but he had drive, he had ambition, he believed and worked towards his goal. Tough and focused as the bearer of  the first born crown.

Whereas diversity can be a gift brings a lot of contradiction both positive and negative, do you not think so? It's in the diversity though that we get to accept other people's perspectives on what we think, what we imagine, what we desire, what we feel, what we see, who we are and why we are, such a beauty.