SHOOING THE SHOE Literally, it doesnt make sense. A shoe, like a stone, is inanimate and, together with a shadow, you cant shoo them away, unless you need what my good Psychiatrist friend, Kaguraru Jomo (I hope he reads this), informed me is called mental dissection. Anyway, were not dissecting anything here. So lets drop that line. Shooing away the shoe, however, is figuratively possible. Personify the shoe. Give it ears, eyes and the ability to get into mischief, and to scamper like a scared cat, goat or rabbit if shooed away... I know Im telling stories. Well, thats what I normally do. But lets cut to the chase. I bought a pair of (closed) shoes two days ago. I have not been wearing closed shoes for almost four years now. Its a long story and most of you know the rest of it. The accident, fractures, nerve injuries, wounds, hospitalisation, surgeries, disability, rehabilitation through physiotherapy, etc, etc. I sort of developed a certain fear of closed shoes, #feartu, as my friend Onyanja would call it. I have always procrastinated the hour. I have always found excuses not to go get myself a nice pair of shoes. The hour finally came and, like Meka in an adapted story titled Mekas Leather Shoes in New Integrated English Book 2, I made the journey to the market to buy myself a pair of new shoes with iron in my heart. Unlike Meka, I made the mistake of not choosing a size above what I wore last, and proceeded to refuse to try them on, even when the seller suggested more than once that I should. I returned home and locked myself inside the house. The socks fit and felt cozy. I almost relaxed. The left leg was not affected by the nerve injury so it was okay. The shoe fit snuggly when I stood up and applied pressure on the heal. No problem. Itll expand. Or the foot will grow smaller. The right legs turn came. The sock felt good but the mere thought of forcing the leg inside the small space made me uneasy. Sweat started gathering on my forehead. I unlaced the shoe and forced it on. I couldnt stand up. The damn thing was getting on my nerves. #Shooing, I held the shoe with both hands and yanked it away as if it was a matter of life and death. I sat for some time, looking at the shoe and cooling off, thinking and then decided that maybe I should have bought a size larger, like #Meka. I should look at that form two book, I decided. I should read Mekas Leather Shoes again. I used to laugh at the story but the humour is now gone. Meka is far from fictious character in a story. Hes real, hes a #comrade of mime. Im planning to put to good use the pieces of advice issued out to him to enlarge the shoes. In case you havent read the story, Meka was adviced to fill the shoes with sand and soak them overnight so as to enlarge them. It turns out Meka was going to see his in-laws on the following day. Im not. I only want to get back into the system, to feel civilised. I hope after I do the sand-and-overnight-soaking procedure, I wont find it necessary to shoo the shoe. For good.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 19:13:53 +0000
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