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Wednesday, December 05, 2007

For Your Time

hello all

Sorry i have not posted on my blog for a while as they say in yoruba, "this hill did not allow me to see that hill" lol. 30+ too don harrass me small make i update. Sista i don update o (next time i go look for different memes come use am update. lol)

I was ill a while ago and for the first time since i learnt to spell my name (lol) i went to the hospital for check up or rather general-body-refurbishment (lol). So i met this doctor sha (not too stunning but ok), after asking the regular questions , symptoms, when did you notice this illness?, are u coughing?, is my body temperature normal?, do i have two heads? lol

The doc told yours truly to lie down on the examination table and the next thing he asked me to remove my clothes(just my shirt sha. As i be JJC (Johnny-just-come) for hospital, i dutifully agreed and he started using stethoscope to touch me i mean chest( i be woman now so i no get chest...lol), stomach on top Malaria! what the @@@@**!

My peeps, e gba mi o (save me) na so them dey determine the level, degree or density of malaria person has? lol. I don vouch say i no go fall sick again if na the way docs dey treat malaria abi i dey too paranoid?

Come to think of it.... wouldnt it be fun if i am a doctor? not Vet doctor but for HUMANS! lol!

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For the post of the day......someone sent me this Story.......... Sit back, relax and enjoy (with groundnut, cookies,kokoro or walnuts lol)

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over "his side of the fence" as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.

The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?” Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack Thanks for your time!
Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time."

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"



Learn to appreciate people around you for the time and attention they have devoted to you

I’m grateful for the time we’ve had as buddies in blogville.

I need you to know that I value those moments we've shared together so far

Just U & I

"Thank you for your time"!

19 comments:

30+ said...

Ah ori mi wu o. Thanks for your time on blogville too. Time you spend posting your mesmerising posts. Commenting on blogs. Infact take this Big hug.

KreativeMix said...

cool post!!

Olamild said...

THat was a beautiful post


On the doctor issue ehn
na only GOd go save us with 9ja doctors
I recall 2003 when i went to kamorass
I was told that my eyesight was bad and I needed to be examined
The doctor told me to take my blouse off
I did reluctantly..
nect thing them dey take their instrument touch my neck .. my breast.. my lower belly...
say wetin?
Na then I carry my blouse push doctor comot 4 road...

How does the eyes connect to the booty?
can someone tell me

darkelcee said...

@30+ ....i'm blushing(despite the fact that i am dark) lol! thanks sis.

@kreativemix... thanks

@olamild.... what does eye examination have to do with body?ok i get it .... veins are all connected abi? lol Silly docs, they all have plans!

Allied said...

What was a beautiful story...

regarding ur doctor? OGa oh. LOL@ Olamild. "Take off ur blouse"

darkelcee dont go to that yeye hospital again oh. Hope u are feeling better

darkelcee said...

@allied.. it is actually one of the top three private hospitals in lagos o lol!

i dont plan to go there jare. i will not be sick again in Jesus name.

2ndCorin5:17 said...

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I LOVE UR BLOG.....

Thank u 4 ur time tooo....

I don't think I'll ever let a 9ja doctor touch me especially the young ones, unless i'm about 2 die... Imagine one young one was making jest, being sarcastic and laffin at me cos of my phobia 4 injection... HOW INSENSITIVE!!

SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

na wa, oh. We are thankful for you jare, my sista.

Thanks for asking after me. I'm fine. Glad you finally updated. lol!

Merry Xmas.

Afrobabe said...

shit, that was touching...awww am gonna call my dad now...

darkelcee said...

@2nd corin5:7.... thanks for the love. dont mind our naija doctors i think they are just weird breeds! lol!

(hope no doc in the house)

@Solomonsydelle... i am making new year resolution.... update early! So help me God. lol!

@Afrobabe...please do, cos i dont have a dad to call again... miss him so much.

diary of a G said...

wow
beautiful ending....
posts like this is why blogville
is sometimes so addictive

thanks for sharing
the feeling is mutual

princesa said...

Thanks for the time you took to drop by my blog.
I hope you are better now.
Merry xmas and happy newyear in advance.

darkelcee said...

@D.O.G... blogville been addictive is an understatement. i am not sure i can do a day without blogville. thanks bro

@princesa......thanks a bunch merry christmas.

lots of love.

Tayo said...

Ah ah, which kind doctor be that? Na wa o.
I read your story with "kokoro & kulikuli" and I spent my time reading so you should thank me for my time o.
Thanks for visiting my blog

eddiie said...

First time in here and please forgive me for not commenting on the story...

When you area visitor..you first look around and no who is at home...

The second day is when you start talking. So i think the nest drop is definately going to lift someone up...

Am a little noisy...lol

Deji Odusote said...

Good you are back fit and sound. I hope you told us the truth about the parts he touched? lol

Just kidding.

How much can i thank you for the time you spent sending the only comment on my blog? You are well appreciated too

SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

howdy?

acainto said...

awww....Merry Christmas!!

darkelcee said...

@tayo....thanks for your time dear. Please send the kulikuli to me via internet ok and the kokoro sounds yummy!lol

@eddie... area visitor, i am waiting for the comment bro.

@deji O..... that is where he touched for malaria .....hmmm crazy stuff. You are most welcome i will take time to visit often

@Solomonsydelle...i'm good how are the kids?

@Acainto.....same to you dear.


To all...... Merry Christmas and have fun