When I was young, I would watch the sky for hours as I chewed away on sugar canes in my Nigerian compound. I could hear the shuffling feet and grunting of boys playing soccer a few feet away from me. Moments would pass and one team would cheer and run towards their scoring team mate. Even during the celebrating howls of boys, my eyes stayed fixated on the sky. I noticed that the clouds would sometimes speckle into what looked like individual cloud pods. These speckles would stretch through the vast blue sky above my little compound. It’s amazing how blue the sky used to be. When I last went to Nigeria the sky was an off-white. My mother came to me one day while I laid down, crossed legged, hands behind my head. I looked up at her. She smiled with glowing cheeks. I pointed at the speckled clouds and she told me that each cloud had an angel hiding behind it.
“Heaven is closer to earth today”, she’d say.
Now at the age of 20, I see heaven when I gaze at clouds. I imagine the souls of amazing people levitating in the sun rays that peep through clusters of clouds. Sometimes I find myself smiling at the idea that someone was so amazing that God opened up the sky, and used the sun as a spotlight to welcome them into his kingdom. Beautiful isn’t it?
My perception of heaven doesn’t fall far from my desire to die a legend. Heaven to me, is more than a place where the dead mingle and sip tea with God. It is not a final destination, it is a stop before a continuos journey. Reincarnation, or so I’d hope. But realistically, it’s back to dying a legend. I want to leave a mark on the world BEFORE I die. When it’s time to reunite with God, the sky will open up above my bed and lift the soul right out of my chest.
Have you ever stared at the clouds?
This is a short piece, I just wanted to express my love for clouds with a memory.