used to be a natural thing that you join a company when you
young and you stay until you dead or you retire. But for my
generation, it ent go have nothing like a long service awards.
Nobody not staying in one work so long again.
Jesus was my age, he did done get the call from God to change
the world. If I was Jesus, all now so I preaching sermon on
the mount, sharing out loaves and fishes, changing water into
wine and all kind of thing. I would of be nearly done doing
my life work, ready to dead for what I believe.
Boy, if I tell you me ent no Jesus.
At 33, I hear the call but answering so, so hard. I start
some work but hardly any finish, and if I was to stand up
on a mountain and try to preach, people would have steups
and walk off.
Dont talk for the loaves and fishes; I does make a nice
bread but even I dont like how my fish does come out.
And I could wine good, but I sure that is not the kind of
wine he was talking about.
You see how these days they does say 30 is the new 20 and
40 is the new 30? Maybe at 33 I really just turning 23.
At 23, a young person must be now finish school, looking to
start a career, get a nice girlfriend or boyfriend and settle
down. In a couple years, they would be looking for house and
thing, the real estate section in the papers burning their
eye every day because the prices too high and who in their
mid-20s could afford to pay $8,000 a month in mortgage?
I looking around at my life and how my friends living. We
in a different, different world from the one my parents used
to live in. We eating different, living different, wanting
different things and getting them a different way. I must
be one of the only people my age I know who working for the
same company for more than five years. Everybody else either
fire their work to go freelance, or they just jumping from
one job to the next, chasing more money, better conditions,
It used to be a natural thing that you join a company when
you young and you stay until you dead or you retire. But for
my generation, it ent go have nothing like a long service
awards. Nobody not staying in one work so long again.
That go affect companies just now, if it ent already start
affecting them. If you have to keep training new people to
do a work, you wasting time and money. But how to keep people
working for you and not leave? That is the real million-dollar
But this not really suppose to be about economics and finance.
This is just a stupid little column, thinking out loud about
turning 33 and how short life is.
My mammy family does live long. Case in point: my grandmother,
Mother, is 95. She now fighting up with pneumonia in the hospital
but in general she good strong, even though this now looking
like is the last innings she might bat. But for 95 she was
looking well all this time. No sugar, no heart, no pressure,
nothing except a little forgetting that over time get to be
I does wonder, looking at she and thinking about my mother
and father, what it must be like to be old. To reach that
age and all your friends gone before you, you cant remember
your own children, you living every day in pain.
I know getting old dont have to be so, but I know much
more people who get old bad than who get old good. For every
one who reach 75 with all they brains intact, plus good health
and enough money to enjoy it, I could think about five who
lose a breast, a foot, their mind, their money. Getting old
not easy, nah.
As a little girl I used to feel I would have Rioplive by the
saying, Live fast, die young and leave a beautiful corpse.
Now that I watching the hill and starting to roll down the
other side, it not so simple. Live fast? With two children
watching me? I cant even go party without the Lady telling
me, Mummy, why cant you stay home? Die young?
She and she sister still too young for me to leave them and
go. And the beautiful corpse? Fat chance.
But I not exactly going gentle into that good night. I kicking
up a little fuss, trying to make my mark in work, be a good
mother, a good friend and a good partner. None of it easy
and most of the time I just want to lie down in my bed and
say to hell with all of that.
But when the mark buss, people ent go have nothing from me
but memories. I might as well make some good ones so that
when I dead and gone, they ent go say in my funeral, She
was a good mother. A good mother a--, that is.