I woke up much earlier today and had time to do everything I usually have to do in the morning. The difference was that I was not in a hurry….
I also had time to sit and look outside my window to a view I have had for the past year but never really appreciated it or thought much about it…..
From the third floor of this place I sometimes spend my nights at I have two particular views, one is that of the car auction house SMD and the other is of the planes landing and flying out of the airport……..
I have a lot to say about both, but for now, I will focus on the car auction house, which is usually filled with people who walk around to look at the cars they will be bidding on…….
After they walk through the many cars, they then proceed to the security guard who searches them before they move into the hanger……….
Minutes later, a loud voice echoes to the surrounding areas as the auctioneer tries as much as he can to get the best deal for the many cars outside………
But then again, the story is not about the auction but the items being auctioned………..
These thoughtfully branded cars have stories to share, but I will try to share them as much as I can imagine……
One thing that stands out is that they too had a life; one can imagine the hampers given to the buyers when the cars were purchased, the road trips, the tears and the first kisses in these cars…..
Not to mention the babies made in some of these cars; they have seen it all. The tears of joy and sorrow, the pushes…….
All the mechanics that have gone under them touched them, stripped, put them together, the car washes they have been to, the alcohol and food spills, they have seen it all.
These cars are not in the same condition, some will never be repaired thoroughly or repairable, but all these cars are broken one way or the other…..
The owners have moved on to getting new cars. They sit there waiting for someone to notice them, even though they are as broken, they wait for someone to give them another chance………
Someone to bid on them so they can continue to live……
Even those who know very well that they will not be themselves again hope to give life to others and hope to be given another chance through others…..
As the potential buyers walk through the yard, they silently scream, pick me pick me pick……..
They too want to be given a chance, and later in the day some will leave the yard to their new homes either to be refurbished and pimped or to be taken apart………
Either way, they will have left the yard with the hope of another chance…..
A chance that is dependent on the potential buyer……
I suspect life is like this, I don’t have much to say on that, but hopefully, this makes sense.
You may be one of these cars, and one day soon, your buyer will notice you and restore you……
Keep shining……..
The views we have matter….more so when we take time to appreciate them.
Given SHINGANGE 