TOMORROW IS SEPTEMBER 7! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALABI OLAMIDE VICTOR!

TOMORROW IS  SEPTEMBER 7! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALABI OLAMIDE VICTOR!
I have been counting the hours and it is exactly 15 hours to tick the 7th of September 2013 (as at the time i started writing this piece). A Saturday it will be, and if you ask me what I wish for this Saturday-I have always wished it will be the day I tie the nuptial knot with ‘the lady’ that (who) promised to marry me. ‘She’, I will tell you soon.
Fortunately, it is not happening yet, owing to some reasons that are so personal that requires you to get personal with me and be ‘my personal person’ to know them. That’s a by the way though.
If you ask me why September 7 ticks in my head, it will sound to me as rhetoric, ‘because it is only special days that hold a man’s heart with such intensity. For me, I have never had such a pressing moment like this that clouds, lavishes and overwhelms my thoughts so much that I have had to start counting my birth date from the inception of the year. Really, it does not usually ‘tingle’ me to ‘celebrate’ my birthdays, although I am always excited about it.
Whitebird has made me so think of September 7 that it does seem to me more special than it does (it is as special as it seems though). Same with Graceful, my elder sister- while writing this note, Serah Jacobs (unknowingly) had called me to ask how I am going to celebrate September 7- I almost wanted to tell her that I will be writing, editing and also painting.
Lest I forget, she advised me to enjoy it with Whitebird, I hope too if I have to (I mean will, lest I be flogged). Can I ask that you do not bother about knowing the age? Young though I am, but my father will always say, ‘if people tell you how young you are, they are also telling you how old you are’. It took me time to understand his paradoxical statement, but, forsooth, it was worth the lesson.
Reminiscing, 'like I am in a state of déjàvu', those days when my mind and age was a little between a lot younger than this. I had always wished that I was older, that sometimes I had to add to my age- ‘Yorubas’, well trained with the use of pun will muse, ‘if he who is being lied to does not know he is being lied to, the liar knows’. Then, I knew…
And today, as I count my days, I earnestly wish I am younger than this. My heart sings the song, ‘forever young, I wanna be forever young....’ just got to know it was Jay Z and Mr Hudson that did the song. Didn’t know they did up on till now when I asked google.
Life, runs like a flash in the garb of a shadow, faintly strolling away like a disappearing angel.
For those who do not set their hearts to count their days, then...
Like a , prophet, as I sit to cogitate and peep into tomorrow, I know it will just be one of my normal days, save that something in my heart holds my attention to tomorrow, assuring me of the un-expected in the normal- giving me a faith that as long as I have a birthday to celebrate ahead of me, there is then a reality of me, locked faintly in the shadows of my today's dreams to be birthed in the-morrow of my dream.
You know, for me, most times, when I reflect on my birthdays, something in my heart ’s corridor whispers to me that, of all the days in my 365 days, God deliberately gave me September 7 as part of my portion in the days that He gave me to spend here on earth. it is like saying '(God speaking) Victor, September 7 is yours, whatever you do that day you will not be held accountable for it' (just joking).
Rachael Akinola, you celebrate tomorrow with me, and  I owe myself the duty of telling you before anyone, 'Happy Birthday', same for Pauline Ezeka, yours though is 7 days ahead, yet a Saturday.
Poetry has kissed the poet in me and he is arosed already to scribble words for these two belle(s).
As I reflect on September 7, my mind flashes back to September 1, a Sunday it was and I had to share God's Word with the students of one of fellowships in the Osun State polytechnic, Iree (for those who do not know, that is the school from which my communication knowledge was taught, from there I earned my certification and affirmation as a journalist)with a theme phrased from Psalm 90 verse 12, one of prophet Moses writings.
Weeks before then, I have had to meditate and share my thoughts on this verse with God and myself-and it was already turned to music in the melodies of my heart.
While sharing the Word with this mammoth saints, my heart yearned that they all can as well from their hearts like Moses declaimed on behalf of the people he led and for himself:
'...teach us to number our days that we may incline our hearts unto wisdom'
Like a prayer answered, it was not the 'altar call', it was a call to men and women who wants God to teach them to number their days, who desire to live a life that is larger than life, a life immeresed into purpose. a 'purpose call', a 'wisdom call', to numbering your days. and like a response to the call to kiss Jesus' feet and hug is love again, so it happened. it is a deep calling beyond the 'altar call' to answering the call for which they were saved.
For  what is the joy in celebrating a life without a purpose? What is the joy in living a life that one cannot proudly account for?
As I wait for tomorrow my earnest cry today is,
 'O Lord, please teach me to number my days, that I may incline my heart unto wisdom!' 

Lest i forget, Blessing, I have not forgotten the birthday gift you gave me some years ago, it was a Bible, can I still ask for another? And she, who asked that the birthday host gives her a gift and not her for the birthday host, this is my gift to you- that, God teaches you to number your days that your heart can as well knit to wisdom.
Happy Birthday,

from Asirvo Olaoluwa (me)

to Alabi Olamide Victor (me)