By Basil Odilim
Time waits for no one, and as we age, many of us find ourselves caught in the relentless pursuit of material acquisitions, with little time to relax and savor life’s simple pleasures. Today, however, was a break from the norm. After lunch, I danced nonstop for two hours, much to the disbelief of my son. Watching me move so effortlessly, he was stunned to discover that his dad still had such energy and rhythm. To him, I’ve always been the epitome of a workaholic, completely absorbed in responsibilities. This moment on the dance floor was entirely out of character—or so he thought.
What he doesn’t realize is that my teenage years in Nigeria during the vibrant 70s were a time of carefree weekends and long vacations, where hitting the club was a regular and cherished activity. My years in Europe continued the trend—nights filled with dancing and even an earnest attempt at singing, though my vocal talents never quite matched my ambition. It was only after moving to America that life’s pace quickened, leaving little room for such indulgences.
Today’s impromptu dance session brought those memories rushing back, reminding me that some joys never truly fade. They simply wait for the right moment to resurface, bringing with them the energy and spirit of youth. Moments like these make me realize the need for us old-school folks to reclaim that sense of fun. Perhaps it’s time to create a special club, exclusive to those of us who cherish the golden days. A space where, on Fridays or Saturdays, we can gather, dance, and relive the past, bringing along our favorite drinks to toast to the good times. Life may be fleeting, but with a little effort, we can make it joyous and memorable.
