A CHALK, A PENCIL AND A PEN

When we were little (https://www.facebook.com/WhenIWasALittleChild), we used to use a chalk and a slate. My kindergarten class was the World Trade Centre. 

Transactions of children battling each other and batter trading for leverage to achieve unreasonable goals. My slate was my galaxy tab. You would find every information about me on it. And when I needed to refresh it, it was just a duster away.

Then came the days of using a pencil. Ha...how fulfilling it felt to hold on to my HB pencil. I was so into the pencil, i grew a very great artist. I would sharpen the tip to look like the apex of Mount Everest. What i loved most was the eraser, it reminded me of my chalk and slate days.

Graduating to the use of Pen was a kindergarten vision achieved. Just amazing. Truth be told, I had started using it prematurely; imitating my dad in the way he went about scribbling his name T-O-M-M-Y. I had grown out of using the chalk and walked by my kindergarten class every morning surprised by how short those kids looked and how much they pride themselves with their 'Some Song Galaxy Tabs'.

By the time I walked up to buy a pen for class, I would meet these upper primary kids coming for pencils. Ha..i would scoff! positioning my pen in my breast pocket to face the world! The joy of asking for permission to go out and sharpen my pencil, was joy the more.

Little did i realize that the transition was significant in my Success one day;

The chalk represented how easily I would be able to make mistakes and rob it off as a little child. How people would easily overlook my errors as unintentional. No wonder we fought each other every minute, yet forgot after the next minute that it ever happened.

The pencil would represent mistakes i would make in my middle age, once that would demand effort to erase...

The pen days would be errors that would demand a greater force to clean; which even after cleaning would leave scars to be remembered for years.

What a realization! The days of Rain Rain Go Away sure taught us how to actually stay awake to the deeper errors we could commit in our old age. Enough caused already! Look me through the eyes of a kindergarten child and let the scars I have created melt away.

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