MAGIC

Many people do not believe that magic exists, and I beg to differ. I think magic exists and we see it every day whether or not we notice or look for it. Those who know I am African would think about the black magic you all believe we practice on this side of the world. Well that’s your problem, believe what you want, besides it’s not my business and I choose not to attest to its existence or otherwise. 

My kind of magic is wholesome and somewhat normal; I think. It is different, not the type of magic that brings glittering sparks out of your fingers, freezes time and gives you the opportunity to set things right, or the type where you are able to read a person’s thoughts, or an individual’s actions or a specific turn of events, just because you feel like it.

I find magic every day or maybe at night, depends on when I search for it or when it chooses to appear. Funny thing is that it is always shimmering before your eyes, or whichever of your senses is active at that point. I hear magic in the sound of a child’s laughter. Believe me there is a reason people always want to make a child laugh. There is something totally enchanting about the melodious sound that bubbles up from deep within a child whether 6 months old or 12 years. For me it adds a splash of rainbow to my day. 

I taste magic in the smallest things. Some know I’m not really big on food, but there’s magic in certain little foods. My favourite chocolate packs so much power that I unconsciously release a very satisfied little sound as it melts and explodes with its flavour in the walls of my mouth. And my plantain is always magical enough to make me eat anything (almost), but it works for me. If you want to find magic in food, try eating when you skipped the last day’s meals. 

I always see magic in nature. It’s amazing the way the sky arranges itself in brilliant shades of blue. The way the canvas of the sunset is painted in hues and tints ranging from indescribable reds to undefinable oranges always always leave me speechless. I am totally amused by the way the trees sway seductively as they dance in the arms of the wind to a rhythm of sounds carried on the shoulders of the gentle breeze.

The most magical moment in my day is at night. I see, feel, smell, and bask in magic at night, when I seat on the roof (not hood) of my car, well maybe the hood; I can’t always reach the roof. Anyways that time at night when the moon is at its highest point. When the stars come out to decorate a crescent-mooned sky I am just plain happy with the world. And that night when the stars step back to allow the full moon bath the earth in its beautiful and gentle glow, with power gleaned from the sun, I fall in love all over again; in love with everything and everyone in my life. Then I am filled with peace and gratitude for the magic given to me in my world. 

You don’t need to be charmed to have magic; you just need to be human. Find your own magic. It may be in that gentle kiss you share with your significant other, or the hug that your little sister gives you every morning. Whatever your magic is, wherever you find it, hold on to it because it makes your life beautiful. 

P.S. You can tell me too, I’ll like to hear about it. Just leave a comment