Twelfth Day Blues
On the twelfth day of the New Year
My true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming
La la la la la
La la la la la…
Five golden rings…
Twelve Days Of Christmas (never mind that I exchanged the Christmas with the new year) is a beautiful song we sang as kids. Carol services were incomplete without a rendition from the children choir. We sang with so much zest, like we were singing along over favorite kiddies rhyme. If you really want to know how much a kid adores this song, listen for the fifth day of Christmas. A smile flickers in their eyes as they scream: “five golden rings!“
I’ve been pondering on why a lover would send his beloved five golden rings. The lyrics didn’t suggest whether they were engagement or wedding rings, but I’ve been looking at my middle finger. What will I do with five rings in one finger? I’ll probably spend my days in misery because in spite of my love for jewellery (especially costumes), I’m yet to understand why I should laden my fingers with unnecessary weights.
I once met a babe who didn’t share my sentiments. While serving at Akwa Ibom State, this weird Batch A Corps member stayed with me and my roommate for a while. She gave us too much headache that I just had to find a way to give her a little heat before she leaves our apartment for ours. One evening, I noticed she was wearing two beautiful engagement rings in one finger. I was stunned. I walk up to her, took the finger, admired the rings for a while, then asked,
“Babe, is that you love rings so much that your fiance had to get you two engagement rings?”
“No o, they are not engagement rings o,” she replied, “one is engagement, the other is proposal.”
Brethren, you can’t imagine the shock that registered on my face at her statement. A
Corps corpse member of the Federal Republic of Nigeria educated on the difference between engagement and proposal. Both events are sealed with a ring which aren’t the same, by the way. One ring answers the question, “will you be my girlfriend?” while the other answers, “will you be my wife?” That girl taught me that five golden rings aren’t too much for the beloved’s finger. On her wedding day, I’m certain, two more rings will be adorning that finger. They’ll be the wedding and the marriage rings.
It’s the twelfth day of the year and I hear drums rolling. Each day comes with a new song and the urge to dance every chance I get. There’s freedom, hope and a release on my inside. I feel like a bird let out of its cage. I’ve never been this glad about a new year. My year began November 26th, by the way. That was the day I found peace with 2017. I’ve been basking in joy ever since.
The year is still fresh, but I smell it staleness. You know how a year don’t give us the pleasure of flexing its newness before the “ember” months come calling. This isn’t a spoiler alert, I enjoy seeing the end of the year before it begins. Now I don’t know if this makes me an optimist or pessimist, but this is a thought pattern that wouldn’t leave me anytime soon.
However, I’m not gonna silence this beautiful rhythm of hope I hear. I’m gonna keep this music playing the next 353 days of this year. I won’t allow the negative voices in my head that made awful music with my plight prevail like they did last year. Everyday I wake up, I’ll ignore the sonorous tone of depression. I’ll intentionally listen for the chirping of birds, the whispering of the wind, the clapping of leaves… the music in my spirit. It’s a new year, and I’ve chosen to let these drums of hope roll.