Sons and daughters
Sons and daughters, you little fruits of a tired womb, you little ‘sucklings’ of withered breasts, a generation born when wheat was full in its sacs and milk plenty in their calabashes, you little children of the day, you have been born in the midst of a war. You are the first offspring born in a field of lies mingled with truth, hope roiled together with deceit. You have hatched when the sun was going down, when night was out there, just waiting to usher itself in. You have been born when fear has become an ingredient in our daily lives and love has grown oh so distant and cold. You have been conceived when the storms rage outside and morning seems so far in the distance. Sons and daughters, it is you though, all of you who are in charge of your suns. If it does not shine hot enough, you will have to add more bits of wood. If it shines perfectly but still you thrive not, then check your roots. It is worthy that you remember the journey up the hill is a torturous one, but a simple misstep will bring you all down to the bottom. Eat not the fruit of pride. Partake not in the meal of arrogance and deceit. They are smuts and blemishes that will greatly reduce your quality. They are weevils that will tear at your heart and consume your soul. Jealousy is a long vine whose beginning is not known but step by step, it chokes life out the tree then proceeds to dominate the space. The sooner you discover that you cannot please everyone or be liked by everyone, the better. Eat the roots of ambition young man. Suck on the seeds of success and nourish yourself with the sweet sap of determination. Remember that a horse is fast but it cannot run far. A camel is resilient but it can never travel fast. A true camel fights to be the most resilient because it cannot be as fast as a horse. A good horse tries to be the fastest ever because it cannot beat a camel in the resilience test. Make a choice if what you want is speed or distance. Make a decision about the pace of your life. Keep a good heart. It is what we forget behind when the stomach becomes our eyes and greed our master. Remember young man, fight your wars with what you have, not what you wish you had. Remember that even in the battlefield, not everybody gets a chance to draw their swords or even pierce the enemy with their spears, but the fact that they showed up is what makes all the difference. Your life is a road, a long road. Walk with dignity and decorum so you can rest in peace when the day is done. Live it to the fullest but make sure every day counts. Make sure every minute is heavily pregnant with plans and decisions, for it is only later that you will know the weight of seconds lost or thrown away. Your life is a battle, and my word to you will be that you tire of running and turning the other cheek. It is time, sons and daughters, to answer blows with blows and kicks with kicks. Fight, sons and daughters, and I will stop the sun in the sky till the battle is won. It is your battle, a battle for your sun, for your hope, and for your life.
Sons and daughters, you little fruits of a tired womb, you little ‘sucklings’ of withered breasts, a generation born when wheat was full in its sacs and milk plenty in their calabashes, you little children of the day, you have been born in the midst of a war. You are the first offspring born in a field of lies mingled with truth, hope roiled together with deceit. You have hatched when the sun was going down, when night was out there, just waiting to usher itself in. You have been born when fear has become an ingredient in our daily lives and love has grown oh so distant and cold. You have been conceived when the storms rage outside and morning seems so far in the distance. Sons and daughters, it is you though, all of you who are in charge of your suns. If it does not shine hot enough, you will have to add more bits of wood. If it shines perfectly but still you thrive not, then check your roots. It is worthy that you remember the journey up the hill is a torturous one, but a simple misstep will bring you all down to the bottom. Eat not the fruit of pride. Partake not in the meal of arrogance and deceit. They are smuts and blemishes that will greatly reduce your quality. They are weevils that will tear at your heart and consume your soul. Jealousy is a long vine whose beginning is not known but step by step, it chokes life out the tree then proceeds to dominate the space. The sooner you discover that you cannot please everyone or be liked by everyone, the better. Eat the roots of ambition young man. Suck on the seeds of success and nourish yourself with the sweet sap of determination. Remember that a horse is fast but it cannot run far. A camel is resilient but it can never travel fast. A true camel fights to be the most resilient because it cannot be as fast as a horse. A good horse tries to be the fastest ever because it cannot beat a camel in the resilience test. Make a choice if what you want is speed or distance. Make a decision about the pace of your life. Keep a good heart. It is what we forget behind when the stomach becomes our eyes and greed our master. Remember young man, fight your wars with what you have, not what you wish you had. Remember that even in the battlefield, not everybody gets a chance to draw their swords or even pierce the enemy with their spears, but the fact that they showed up is what makes all the difference. Your life is a road, a long road. Walk with dignity and decorum so you can rest in peace when the day is done. Live it to the fullest but make sure every day counts. Make sure every minute is heavily pregnant with plans and decisions, for it is only later that you will know the weight of seconds lost or thrown away. Your life is a battle, and my word to you will be that you tire of running and turning the other cheek. It is time, sons and daughters, to answer blows with blows and kicks with kicks. Fight, sons and daughters, and I will stop the sun in the sky till the battle is won. It is your battle, a battle for your sun, for your hope, and for your life.
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