Lucille Dreams Too
when fiction tells reality’s story of woe much better
It had been so long since Lucille had been paid and she could not work out how she had gotten herself into such a 21st century predicament. If she was to believe the pundits, she now needed to categorize herself among the precariat: one of many contemporary people who did not know where the next job might come from and so spent a whole lifetime in an angst-ridden condition of always searching for work.
Yes, perhaps this could be how you see Lucille’s current circumstances, but this is not how she wanted to go down in her-story. She had decided to push through the morass of nonexistence, up and out into the making of her own kind of luck.
You see like MLK, Lucille had a dream; one in which her life meant much more than a paycheck. And beyond that, she had this vision of lovingly carving out her own vocation; one in which she was able to do “work that makes life (oh so) sweet”, in those sage words of her icon bell hooks.
Lucille had toed the line for many years of study, within a banking system of education and, in doing so, she had acquired a whole lot of useless knowledge — along with a modicum of insecurity. The latter was linked to the idea that one was never good enough to do more than be in a structure of success according to no-one-knows-who…
