Sometimes the human brain decides to throw certain pranks at us in
a bid to show who‘s the boss. It is the highest degree of betrayal when your
short term memory goes haywire. I have recently noticed that I have one of the most
selective memories among the descendants of Adam. By selective let me make it
clear that I don’t mean retarded or defective- I mean that it just chooses what
it wants to store based on some system that it’s yet to let me in on despite my
best attempts to crack the codes. There are certain times it decides to
temporarily hide certain files especially when I need them only to return them
into the database when the need has been completely overtaken by events.
There is this incidence the other day that left me in fits of
rage. I know this sounds weird coz how does one get mad at the brain? It’s like
getting mad at the eyes or the legs. But believe me when I say I have never
been madder my entire life. Oooh and that include when my primary school head
teacher asked me to consume a whole sufuria of nyoyo after being caught
doubling. If you don’t know what doubling is then I guess my reputation can
still be salvaged.
Just the other day spent about thirty minutes trying to locate my
phone. I looked in every crook and nook-don’t ask me what they mean. All I
heard from Mummy’s (My High school English teacher) long explanation is that
they should be used in the same sentence with look. After turning beds upside
down and checking under the bed a brilliantly idea hit me-why don’t I just flash
it! So I took my phone to call my phone and it’s only then that I realized that
whatever I had been sweating about had been in my hands all this while! And
that is not all, by the time I got the phone I couldn’t even remember what is
it that that I wanted to do with the gadget.
Have you ever started to update your facebook status and you suddenly
realize that you have just forgotten what it is that you wanted to post? Well if you have, take consolation that you
are not alone. It simply means that you have far important components
permanently occupying their brain cells such that the fringe knowledge has to
compete for space among each other for the paltry 1% of the brain still
available.
Maybe I should walk around with pen and paper to record everything
significant or just take solace in the fact ‘if you forgot it then it’s
probably not that important”. Better yet, I should forget that am forgetting
and be happy with the facts that I can remember. Maybe mzee Varaq is just
getting old!
