Enormous chandeliers luminously lit the hall as you walked in through the double doors into some lavishly arranged sets of round tables and chairs. The outstretched red carpet beneath your feet, matched by the red seats gave the hall a feel of cosiness and a friendly welcome to the arriving guests. A beautiful hall I thought and having arrived early, patiently awaited the arrival of the esteemed guests – fathers, mothers, children and soon-to-be fathers as well!
By 18:30, when the event was ready to start, I looked around to see that only ONE father had arrived. What a disappointment! It is something we do not know, isn’t it – time management that is. To us Somalis, it seems that time is something of no relevance – means absolutely nothing! The starting of the event was then delayed for a while, but when it began, the crowd received it uproariously.
Speaking in front of an audience regardless of their number is always frightening. There is something about the stage that intimidates a person; so much, that at times they consider hiding somewhere behind the stage and not come out. Despite forcing myself to fabricate boldness and confidence by putting on a lively and energetic personality, yet my heart violently thudded in my ribcage with every foot I advanced towards the podium. My breath, too, came in heavy pants, which I forcefully retained in my lungs. But then everybody has an inclination or a tendency to act in a certain way under pressure – the way that is natural to him or her. To stay calm and composed and in your natural manner whilst on stage is a very challenging task, which I could not do. I doubt there was anything coherent from the all the things I said on the stage, but it doesn’t matter now, for that was Yesterday!
The event’s main target audience, as you would guess from its title, were the Somali Fathers. Yet, for some strange reason it seems like we advertised either to the wrong audience or the fathers decided not to turn up. From the thousands of fathers in London, very few turned up. But I guess we sort of expected that to happen, keeping in mind the nature of Somalis. The event was meant to highlight the father figures in our community, yet only a handful turned up to reoresent their respectful domain.
I would like to extend my warm greetings and a Big Thank you to the Bloggers who managed to make it to the event. I hope you all enjoyed it, though some of you came rather late, further validating the Somali’s authentic seal to the term “lateness” Lol. I am just kidding; I know you came straight from work, so thank you.
Last but not least, Thank you, Mr A of SOL, a special guest all the way from Down Under!