ASHES AND BEAUTY

Kenneth Nkemnacho

Looking at life from two perspectives sometimes make you wonder why one source of breath can produce two contrasting flows. The tap of destiny can be somehow equivocal if you don’t have an in-depth understanding of where your beginning and end is designated. Life always produces a dust until you find the water to condense it. Finding the water is finding true solution to the weights that rest on your shoulders either to bend you to stupor or crack you to death. When that pressure emanates, it never comes with a single touch; it repeatedly knocks you until you conform or contest. If you conform, you become a slave to the garrison of limitation. If you contest, hell breaks loose to scare you to submission until you realise that change does not manifest except by courage. Courage doesn’t mean you’re not scared; it means that even in fear, you keep going till you crash the head of the coward of hell. Courage is a resolution that brings revolution. Courage is a decision that brings emancipation. When threat double crosses you on the road to actualisation, drive on the head of intimidation with total conviction that you will come out wearing the crown of glory. When turbulence seems unending, realise that the day of testimony is at your door step. Don’t buy the idea of defeat even if it appears glaring. Don’t accept the mail of rejection even if you physically signed for it on the Postman’s little electronic box. You may have the letter on your hand, but never have it in your head. The agenda of the forces of diffusion is to reduce the content of your believe until it no longer exist. Let no evil print take the picture of your destination from you. When they throw the ashes at you, wipe your head with the handkerchief soaked in the living water. Pick the bottle containing the oil of joy, and cream your whole body with it. Instead of ashes, let there be beauty. Your beauty will embrace your testimony!