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Thursday, 2 February 2012
are brought out or made annually by cities, countries and for continents, of
which make the world as we know it. Stats about crime, stats about food,
stats about the economy at large, but what fascinates me are the stats about
humans, the faces that exist.
is a guaranteed set of faces that we see every morning, though these faces have
different expressions by the days swing of mood, they still stand set in
the day to day encounter we have with them. We see the first set in our
families or in the people that you commute or work with. These people are
the people that your mind does not get “over” in seeing them every day.
There are, however, faces that you don’t remember having an encounter with but
with a second or third look your mind registers that you have seen it
before. “Oh yes, now I remember. I saw you in a dream I had a week
ago, you were dressed in a pin striped suit with a greyish blouse.” The
mind recollects the images, some of which have sounds bound in that moment they
were created, it even goes as far as rekindling the images with the scent that
was at that very moment and it all started by seeing a face.
are faces we see that just throw our hearts in to a mellow mood, a somber state
and we often don’t know why. An example I can give is about the other
morning I was walking in town, passing through to be ferried to my
destination. I saw a family trading in the street. The man was
selling batteries of all kinds, pens of shapes and sizes and sweets to colour
the stand. The woman sold mealies and even took the time to prepare some
right there, either made by boiling water or put on a sieve allowing it to
slowly roast as though it were a spit braai that is manually rotated. The two
older faces for the brief moment I had in observation and awe ricochet the countenances
of wonder while staring at the miracle they have in their life a baby, the look
was paralleled by the worry and question of “how did we get here.” This
thought, I know, has had its hour of darkness in my heart sounding so sonorous
looking at the current endeavor that makes hope elude my spirit and this is
from seeing my own face.
that is the one thing about faces we sometimes do not realise, though it is the
first time we see that particular face, it may be the last that the sun shines
in its eyes to reflect its worth, it may be the last the world embraces it's
feature. I send a please to my sub conscience to remember these faces before
there comes a time that old age will forcibly remove them even from my imagination.
Happy faces, sad faces, faces consumed in thought trying to validate the
happenings of the day, all unique in their own right. Faces make my day.