Bujumbura, Burundi

Dear Inspiration,

Maybe you aren’t coming today and that’s why I’m writing this letter and addressing it to you,
Or maybe it is you that is inspiring me to jot down some lines and finally give thanks to you, for without you I wouldn’t have progressed thus far in life.

You come on your own terms..
Uninvited; You suddenly slam the doors of one’s mind open and demand immediate attention..
And from experience, we know that if every fiber in one’s brain didn’t head that demand of yours and turn its way to you, then you’d vanish and leave a sense of regret that would linger probably far more than the thought or reflection that you were going to share.

You are a master of putting pressure..
I can only notice myself now, quickly hitting those buttons on my keyboard and terrified of not doing it fast enough to catch what you have to say..

I know that you lie out there, and that you bring thoughts and colours to one’s mind that are not a result of one’s reflection.
It does sound spooky, and it is, but at least I know myself enough to realise the patterns of thoughts that land from nowhere and grab my attention, and I have to thank my neurons for being fast enough to catch you before you flee.

Sometimes you take a long break and it is usually during those times when we need you the most..
If only that you’d drop your vacation plan when you swing by unannounced, but I know you wouldn’t.
It’s that element of surprise that makes us value and dread you the most.
And only brains that are constantly on their tippy toes are those who benefit from you the most..

But I would like to tell you one thing, or maybe two, I don’t know, I need to type faster and faster to keep up with you..
I want to thank you for passing by, despite your recklessness sometimes and the havoc that you wreak..
and I want to ask you to stay longer, maybe whisper? You don’t have to shout and talk like a teenager who has listened to too much rap songs, you know?

Maybe help us focus on the things that are important?
And rid us of every fallacy that we accumulate from being too much immersed in our own world.