Reflections

The Water Pot. MS/2018/17

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I am highly elated by what I am today; more still, by the service I render to people. Water pot is the name I was given because I preserve water for everybody’ s use. And being that water is a necessity for the entire humanity, I am highly revered as a result of my function. So in the hut where people live, I am kept at a special corner and in any compunod where people live, I stand at a strategic place, very close to people Iliving houses.

Although I do not lessen my service by satisfying my thirst, I cool myself all the same with the life – sustaining drink which I hold. I, sometimes, imagine how I have become so relevant among other household wares and also garnered great respect from people. It baffles me to realize that those I serve are the real sources of my relevance and that without them , both my essence and service will come to naught. Yes, I received my form from the old and dexterous potter who moulded me, and my call to service from the old woman who bought me and stored her water in me.

 

Most often,I stand at my duty post, faithfully preserving water for my owner; but there are times when I am completely dry because I have nothing to preserve. In my work, I have cherished, among other things, the privilege to forsee my end;

when I will be out of service because I have been broken,                                           when I will not be able to store water and serve people,                                                when I will leave my place of privilege, abandoned and forgotten,                              when people will desire to park and throw me away as broken pieces and useless.        Then it will be the time to go back to the sand from which I came. The when, where and how questions of this last but obvious reunion, I cannot pretend to overlook.

 

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