Swimming Pool

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Paraphrasing (allegedly) Mark Twain,

“Rumors of its conclusion and/or abandonment have been greatly exaggerated. “

On today’s post,  we have Titilola Fagbemi, an eccentric young dentist. She presents her monologue in an appropriately fitting style: an extended metaphor.

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SWIMMING POOL

 

I do not know how to swim.                                            It’s laughable: to take a plunge in such

Not in a clear pool,                                                a contained enviroment.

Or one saturated with                                             I do not understand why I

Synchronized swimmers                                                 have to swim.

 

 

I’m determined to reason it out like Theo:                                  blue  pool,

cool    pool, blue,                                                                       blue cool pool,  full   full?

drowning pool!                                                                  Full of what?

 

 

Something about swimming pools is meant to oppress me.

Perhaps, the placidity, the lukewarm apathetic energy I sense when I stand alone before them,

Maybe it’s the way they shimmer and appeal to me on dark and bright nights, when I feel that

emptiness and the city swimmers’ chatter in the distance, so promising and tireless.

Then comes the option to stay or jump off the dive board into that plain, rectangular despondency box.

 

Something about swimming pools is meant to oppress me.

I’m such a sad soul.        Pools are meant for swimming.

Simple.                                        Simple as a  swim pool.                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                    -titiLOLA FAGBEMI

 

 

The swimming pool is a place every swimmer has to channel energy, focus and attention into. It’s scary for a lot of us, and we try to rationalize and talk ourselves out of going into it. But to successfully swim, one has to stop thinking too much, take risks and sometimes jump off the dive board one’s been perched on for so long.

Some will make a decision to play safe and remain on the dive board. The swimming pool remains in view, waiting for them to plunge in.

 

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Phone: 07032729549

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