JOURNEY TO 26th AVENUE
I cannot own my life and live it because my life is bigger than me. I’d give my life to the one that’s bigger than life so I can live.
My journey began on a fateful Saturday. At first it was all strange and fuzzy; my father had handed me over to guardians to guide me through my journey and in this new terrain, people were laughing and celebrating. The weather was too hot for comfort and too cold for liking, not perfect like my home. I cried!
It soon got better, or so I thought. Gradually, the thought of home fazed off and I began to think of the strange land as home and my guardians as parents. They were the best though, my guardians. They kept reminding me of my father and how he loves me and wants the best for me, they also tried to show me a measure of love. Slowly but steadily, I set out to begin my journey.
First thing I learnt was love and my real home and next to that was knowledge. I developed an eye for detail and a listening ear. Oh how I love knowledge! How much I learnt in so little time! I learnt that my journey would be in phases and that I would have to be accessed after every phase. That’s fine by me, I thought. I was grouped with my peers who seemed we began the journey at the same time. We played a lot, we laughed a lot, we talked a lot but we learnt a lot. I moved faster than most of my peers and my guardians were proud. Everything was bright and beautiful.
As soon as I got to 8th street, I was moved to another place to learn how to move on my own. I had never been out of my guardians’ covering before and this change felt exciting and scary simultaneously. I found it hard to survive this new circumstance but over time, I did. Though my guardians were not there, they did everything possible to ensure that I sailed smoothly. After a while I was bright, settled and was moving again.
Just when things began to look rosy again, I got to Road 11, few miles after 8th street and a big blow was dealt on me. I heard that my guardians who had been my source of strength began to fall out on each other. By now, I had already seen my father as an unreachable being that could only be accessed by people of timber and caliber; I saw my guardians as my heroes and seeing them in this kind of situation took the bright life I once had. This time, I lost my faith, lost my family, I was still moving but in a very irregular way. Something was wrong; no, everything was wrong!
My journey changed from then onward; became a lone ranger and a lonely traveler. There was a beautiful house on plot 15 and there I had to stop for a while before the next phase. My stay there was supposed to last for a couple of months but the more I tried to get out the more I kept moving in circles. It was like a prison and it took 4 unhappy years to get the door; another year to unlock the door and get out of the house. Finally!
By now, all my dreams had gone and I already had doubts in my abilities. Who would help me, who could I trust? I found a few people moving along the street just as I got out of the house, tried to move with them but I kept having bumpy, rough strides. I left them and went my way. Just there and then, my real father showed up!
I was hurt by a lot of things: my family, my stagnant turns, the rough and bumpy roads, few compatible companions; sometimes I asked myself what I might have done to deserve all these. I asked questions that no one could answer. Then my father showed up and taught me that I was just frustrated because I had locked myself in my self. I cried at the realization of this truth and decided to open up to Him alone. Seeing how lonely I was on the journey, he directed one of his beloved sons to walk with me.
Can I possibly recount all I went through throughout my journey? I was robbed, criticized, angered, beaten and every other thing in between and I had some very sweet memories too but in all, I always see my father. As I turn towards 26th avenue, I have a new story to tell and so I just had to tell this old story. However, this is just a summary; the comprehensive story of my journey which I’d love to share is brewing hot! Watch Out for Everyday Life (to be published on 28/02/2017)
Happy birthday to me