What's Yellow Than a Mango?🥭💛🤔

I woke up so early today but didn't get up from the comfort of my bed. 45 minutes later, the sound of my alarm goes(I hate it). This is that moment when you are trying to reconsider all your dreams include those that don't allow you to keep the ones that you love. That odd moment when your body is still so weak and not ready for the day. Not at all. It's still dark. It's still cold. At around 4:58 a.m- ish, I roll out of my bed. Slowly. I reach out to the socket on the other part of the room to illuminate my room. 

I didn't have the luxury of time today. 

First task? Normal routine and then MY hair. Natural hair. It takes time. The shrinkage is always crazy. (If you have natural 4C hair you clearly know this feeling. You can't rush 'her'. She will break. She will fall. She will mess things around. You have to show up with water, leave in conditioner, and a pinch of patience or much much patience that you can't fully afford sometimes. I didn't the 3 this morning.) I didn't moisturize it today because I was in a hurry. (Not sth to be any proud of). I pat it down. I try not to look at the mirror because it will surely judge me. But I look anyways. Terrible. 

By 5:15 a.m, I am rushing down the stairs. What if I stumble? The pressure is getting from bad to worse.

Fifteen minutes. Only fifteen minutes to get to the bus pick-up point. My mind is on a race. I can't comprehend quite anything. I am confused about the unfinished stuff. Food is unpacked. Milk unboiled. Something for lunch is not ready. 

I almost forget to breathe. 

And then I see. 

My aunt has already packed food (Ugali, 2 homemade muffins, and managu😊🙃) for me and it's already resting in the lunch box. The milk? Boiled. She carefully pours it into my small thermos. She then reaches into the fridge and gets me my favorite yogurt.

I adjust my scarf and almost forget I was in a rush. I only have 5 minutes remaining. I spare two minutes to feast on the neatly sliced mango from yester. SO soft. SO sweet. What's sweet than mangoes? I lick its juice and I don't mind it at all. Beautiful. They are SO yellow. What's yellow than a mango? 

Fortunately, I manage to catch the bus. I even have some two more minutes to rest and breath deeply before the bus takes me for a throw up and down adventure. 

I could have missed the bus today. But someone's kindness saved me a great deal. This is the kind of love you don't forget. You carry it all day and smile anyhowly even when there is nothing to smile about/for. 

If you're reading this and you feel a little rushed today, several undone things, your bed does not want to let you go, you feel like you're running late, the biological and literal clock is ticking and yet you haven't figured all you need to, may you find someone who prepares a mango for you. Or better yet, be that person for someone else. 

Small acts save a morning and have a tremendous effect that extends throughout the day. She didn't speak much but her actions spoke loudly and beautifully. 

I wrote this to remember. Maybe you will read it and remember something or someone too. Maybe you will not. All I really hope for YOU, is that YOU (dear reader) may find your mango moment today. What's your mango moment today?😊 

What's yellow than a mango?

Ever thankful, 

Mwango.