The building I work in sways sometimes to the rythm of western winds. It’s a gentle sway, the kind old couples make at a family reunion while the DJ is playing some Congolese rumba in the background. This building is young in age and knows next to nothing of the harsh weathers that have caused other older buildings to question their existences. It has that “I will outlive everyone around here” look about it.
And like all other buildings destined to fame and glory, it carried the cool name of an esteemed member of the organization who by words and deeds had changed the organization for the better. The individual was as dead as an individual could get by the time the building was named after him. It didn’t matter whether or not the individual believed in reincarnation or not: he now existed and swayed to the rhythm of western winds.
Day and night, you could hear it breathe, providing air conditioner to mice and rats as well to any other living entity. This building was jealous of the sun as sunshine kept people outside, frolicking without a care in the world, but as soon as the sun retired, it was showtime even if it meant that the lights it provided just went along the surface and didn’t know how to penetrate and cause men to smile with delight.
Ahhh, it’s good to be young and to feel underneath your skin hope pulsating from past generations…