We become intrigued, fascinated and or astonished whenever we come across a perplexed form, situation or event. As for me, nothing has more intrigued me than a rose flower. Well, you can probably say/ask “how can a guy be fascinated by such a ladylike figure”. But I bet you could probably reconsider this question until your have well read all I have to tell you.
I would say, it’s not the rose itself that intrigues me,though I’ll continue to add I like the purple rose than the red. Or well, a faded red can serve my intuition. But more seriously, what unsettles me most is it’s head, that discontinued encirclement. If you come closer to a rose flower or have a more closer view of it, you’ll probably notice its encirclement has a reversed movement, thus, it amusingly acts like the way water behaves when flashed down a w.c. Its encirclement goes down, drains. Now that is how life acts. It just drains away, encircles for a wile then drops.I believe you might now have noticed how I perceive life life now.
Life as a rose is beautiful. By color, form and size, its has it’s own way of encirclement(drainage) if I may add. Most people love rose flowers though they have never seen one before, having only read it in romantic novels or books of enticement. We as human being have never seen life as an objet before but we live and love it every way possible we can. Our perception of how it(life) is, is what makes people become religious, pious, forgiving and or just the “free air” if we deem it precious to spend(life).
Now life a rose withers away just like any other element on this earth but its trace can’t be forgone neither can its existence be thought as infallible.
Our brother, Kingsley Oti-Aboagye, our friend, a good talking pal, a comforter, a motivator, an icon of what we shall remember of him as a whole is and will never be forgotten as I pay my respects to him by writing this blog today. He shan’t be forgotten for not only will we keep his memories alive but we shall also keep his achievements as a great pillar as we see how cruel life can treat each of us. And if I were as his burial I did place all kinds of roses on his beautiful but last resting place for a beautiful life he lived as shall we continue from where he left.
Oti, demirifa duei and May you rest in perfect peace.
Oti in pictures(my apologies to all those whose pictures have been published here without their permission):