THE CHICKEN FASCINATION
It’s a cool evening, a smooth breeze and the twilight of the
dusk all make a complex scenario of nature.
Father and son, seated in a small makuti contemplating on life. Life?
Sure, life. Life seems to be in hurry, especially during this time of the day.
Birds flying hither and thither, into their nests. Cows walloping into their
sheds, and everyone seeming to be in a traditional gait of hurrying up. Life
seems to be in motion at this time of day.
“Life has always been so, son.” He says with a small chuckle
as if hiding something in the phrase. It always fascinates me. It has always
fascinated me. When life starts, the tempo is high. You’re quick to talk, walk
and learn. It’s the morning rush, adrenaline rushes through in everything you
do. Everything you touch, it’s with passion and energy. As we all kick off the
hustle, it’s hands-on as much as you can. It’s the morning rush.
As the day moves on, exhaustion starts coming in. The once
jubilant and hardworking mule, begins to slow down. Obstacles are encountered,
laziness sneaks around and procrastination is the norm. Deadlines are pushed
ahead, tasks saved for another time and challenges pushed to the bottom of the
stack. Productivity is low, and everything moves ordinarily and in a boring
fashion.
But: as the day comes to an end, things pick up again. We
begin to do things in a hurry, ready to clear everything in a bid to ‘call it a
day’. The hustle kicks in like never
before, but this time round: its business unusual. That’s the normalcy of human
life.” He lets out a loud laugh as if laughing at the predictability of the
human folklore. He really enjoys this!
“Have seen the chickens in the evening rush?” The answer to
this question is no. with that he looks at me, runs his hand through his beards
and like a philosopher takes off. Leaving me with food for thought. But the
chicken doesn’t tire, so long as its day light. It scratches the earth
tirelessly in search of that elusive gold, and transcends far and wide. When
its sunset it rests like a baby having tired all day. No tasks carried along,
it’s a life well lived. It’s a hustle well hustled.
“Be the chicken son. So that in your twilight days you will
sit back, relax and sleep soundly for it’s going to be a life well lived. A
hustle well made. A course well taken.” I hear echoes of his voice whisper in
my mind. The chicken fascination it was!
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