The insomniacs..I guess!

Who are we?
We are the insomniacs..
What do we do?
We lose sleep at 2.38am.

Then we realize we can't toss and turn back to sleep.
We don't sit up in bed, in the dark or anything creepy like that.
We begin to reflect on life and things of  life,
As we lie on our backs.
And as we lie back we find ourselves whispering prayers here and there,
For every reflection that crosses our minds,
We say a silent prayer.
We pray for our parents,our children,our relatives far and wide,
We pray for the year that lies ahead,
We think of all the things we want to achieve,
For once we've set goals,a few though,not unrealistic,not too many,
Just enough.

4.30 am, we are still awake.
Now feeling a bit tired..
But the mind doesn't stop roaming.
We keep thinking of that year that has been
All the ups and downs,
The wonderful times we have had,
The awesome new people we have met,
The marvelous adventures we've been on,
We keep thinking..
It's like clock work in the brain...
Tic toc..
We think about the low points,
We remember experiences we've had,
Experiences friends have  shared with us,
We remember that friend with a terminally ill spouse,
How they shared with us that they are at a very low point in their lives,
How they have been bombarded with matter after matter,situation after situation,
How they wonder whether God has turned His back on them,
We remember how it broke our hearts to see such strong people feeling so weak and down trodden,
Then we remember how we found the words to say to them,
"For you who loves the Lord, all things work together for good,
God cannot give you what you cannot handle,
It may be difficult,but God knows.He has not turned His back on you"

And as this episode fades away,it occurs to us..
Who do we run to in time of need?
When even God Himself seems like a distant star,
Unreachable,untouchable,
When we feel like He has left us..
Where do we run,
Where do we deposit our frustrations?

We know full well where some of those situations end up,
When we fail to look up to God,
We know we end up making deposits in the wrong banks,
The wrong people, 
We go to the wrong hiding place,
We the insomniacs  know this right well.
But we also know it's time to place our all in the right place,
Whether times are good,bad,
It's time to place it in the right hands.
The right right Hands!

We the insomniacs have a son..
He is not an insomniac though..
He sleeps like a log that one.
He joined school yesterday-oh the joy of seeing him carry a backpack(even though it was basically empty). For some reason none of us cried(neither I(the insomniac) nor him). But I have a feeling it will hit me much later, like a hammer,and I'll probably end up breaking down in the CBD or some random embarrassing place.I'll just reach into my bag, pull out my hankie and tell anyone who cares to listen,"It's just hit me my son went through his first day of school." 
Then they'll pat my back and  ask me, "When was this ma'am?" 
"(Sniff sniff)Three weeks ago," will be my answer.
Then I'll just leave them there to process everything that just happened.
So we didn't cry and he came back home to an eagerly awaiting mother.I just wanted to hear the stories.But he didn't have stories.He just said they sang "well done well done" alot. 
He also had a smiley face drawn at the back of his palm.
So I fed him and told him he had to take a bath then alale fo fo fo..
He said he would not sleep fo fo fo.
"Nitalala..kwo kwo kwo mum." I was left wondering whether the Kiswahili syllabus has changed over the 10 years since I left elementary school.
He took a nap.Slept like a log (I told you) and woke up in the evening. The energy in these kids is ridiculous.So he decided it was time to unfold and refold the clothes in my closet.And one by one he'd remove,unfold and fold.I gave up and got lost in the book I was reading.Until I turned and got him trying to fit in one of my dresses.He'd put his head in at the sleeve,then he began wailing, "Woiiiii mtoto wa Carooo amepotelea huko ndani!"
I died a thousand laughs.
Have a lovely afternoon good people,I need to go pick him up.
I-Out!