THE PRIMARY SCHOOL DRUMS

THE PRIMARY SCHOOL DRUMS

Oh! The primary school drums, how I have missed you. I remember when I started hearing your sound, the whispering of your voice, I felt in love with the sound talking, calling my name to join the others play, dance, march and sing.

Oh the melody, the rhythm, the excitement, how happy I was, the song the students sang becoming part of me, day by day consuming me from deep within and I loved it.

Oh how it consumes my soul, tearing down my walls, leaving me desperate, dreaming and longing to play you more; making you part of me was the only dream that force me to join the school.

Oh! How I always wish if I'm given an opportunity to play even if it's just once, I'll make you my favorite friend to use you to communicate to the people with good listening hears who understands your songs and the rhythms to dance to it.

Oh! How melodious the song you sing, the rhythm calling me out for my enlightenment and my rising. Your rhythm turns me on, my body gestures to dance and sometimes marched to it. Oh! The primary school drums how I missed you.

I am a drummer today not because someone forces me to, but simply because of the passion you already created in me. How you caused me to love you; creating a career, giving me a gift, taking me to places I never imagine my feet would ever get to. I am so glad I discovered it on time.

I am so glad that you pushed and encouraged me despite all odds and discouragements people said about me and you. You told me that it is better to discover, live on purpose than to live in another man’s shadow or mercy. That I shouldn’t mind the ways of men, their words and criticism that one day they will surely celebrate me and dance to this rhythm and sing our songs.

Oh! Those sound of yours that caused me, making me wish to play you more on different modern patterns and ways. I am still playing you but sometimes I wish I could just get that local tune that turns me on to dance “Ekombi”, displaying all my techniques, my body moving like a whirl rushing wind, my costumes moving like a flowing river, like the lilies being carried by the flowing stream; making me be still in the air, smiling as the people watch me dancing. It feels so good the sound, the talking, the commands you gave to each of my body parts to display as am dancing showing the best of me.

Oh! The notes, the sound of yours have I meditated, day and night that I might be able to play better or dance to it songs, feeling the grooves and the rhythm. When I graduated out of your school, I wept heavily because I know how much I’m going to miss you, but you encourage me to move on that life is full of phases.

The school sent me out with beautiful colours on my certificate. But I was so sad because the school didn’t even mentioned you as one of my extra curriculum I loved doing when I was in school, despite my coming to school early just to play you and have fun for the day but instead added basketball which I could not even run with the ball talk more of to jump with it as my extra activities.

But you who knows, that due to the ignorant of men, the teachers may see me as an unserious student who always makes noise playing other students’ lockers there by disturbing the peace of the classroom or they may even think that I only come to school to play you that I am not learning.

Oh! How I discovered that it was a destiny that calls, I have to make my own choices now because I have come of age to know what I want in life. You pleaded me to let you go, but I insisted, but then you asked me to go to college that there are so many beautiful kinds of your siblings well educated and handsomely made in the new school that I will enjoy playing them, that you are just a local drum.

At first, I was shocked to hear that and I screamed “Are you serious!”? but with a doubt, I thought you were deceiving me; with that little excitement I have to cheer up for what is best, for what you see, I cannot see and I asked are we not having same two eyes again? You responded that: you are my elder; that you have been calling me since, but I didn’t hear at first and understand you. That you are glad now that I do.  Then I consented leaving with tears even as sadness clouded my heart.

When I got to college, everything you told me was all true but I discovered that we only played once in a while especially during march pass preparation towards 1^st of Octobers “The Independence day”. Even in the assembly ground we do not play anymore, we only clapped our hands and sing with our voices, I felt so bad about it at least you should have let me know how it’s going to be; am so bored and I miss you.

You truly are an elder, you foresee the future and urged me to move on and that if truly I love you that so much, I should keep the melody, the passion, the notes and the rhythm that even if they let me play or not, someday I will need them to display my potentials and my love for drums.

All the advised come true just as you said to me. Truly life is a stage by stage process as you taught me and I have to go through it, live through it and breakthrough it.

I really miss you so much, Oh my Primary school drums because you brought about the passion and the foundation of my drumming.

<<<<To be continued>>>>

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR & BOOK

I am Minister Saviour Michael. Proudly dedicating this book to the young minds, lovers of articles and stories to have fun and be wondering over this article.

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