Reminiscing

While cleaning my house today, a fairly random memory crossed my mind. I didn’t let it go on by, but I allowed it to sit for a moment.

When I was in primary school, aged 9 or 10 maybe, a boy I considered my friend didn’t have any shoe laces. From what I remember, I barely thought twice about it; instead, I went home, rummaged through my mum’s ‘things’ drawer, and found a pair of rasta coloured shoe laces to give to my friend. Omar was his name, we were in after school club together. Light-skinned, slightly ginger hair, and not the best behaviour.

The next day, I gave Omar the shoe laces. I couldn’t tell you what his reaction was, I have no memory of it. Was my mum impressed though? Not so much, because I took something of hers to give to someone else. Maybe if I had told her about Omar not having shoe laces, she would’ve found a perfectly suitable pair to give to him, not at the expense of her own belongings. I think they had value to my mum, I couldn’t say what level of sentimentality, but I suppose the mere fact of being her belongings was enough.

Anyway, the point of this story is simple. The resason why I didn’t let this memory pass is because I think it has significance to who I am today and what I am trying to accomplish. I have learnt that I have so many ideas and projects that I want to execute and the one thing that stays consistent throughout, is my want to give. Regardless of what I may have, I want to give. I think this is something I will now carry with me wherever I go - maybe it could be the new slogan, SBN: For the Kids, Want to Give.