MY WORLD OF TRUTH

The end to an era has come; sun has set on the epitome of courage and strength. A lion has been taken from the jungle; a mighty tall tree just fell, never to stand on its feet anymore. Finally the twilight of this great phase has come. Quietly but joyfully we all are made to face this reality, the bitter truth we have been trying so hard to ignore is standing right here.

Those fears has come to life, our tears can no longer be denied, what we all believe in no longer has the power to save us from this shadow of sadness and melancholy. Should we dwell in the past, or take a bold step of hope into the waiting arms of what the future holds.

You were a pillar; you carried so much on those shoulders. Like a girdle you hold together the people in oneness and equality, with no iota of doubt you pursued that course like a gladiator; fighting on like no end was at sight. The seed you sowed has grown and it is time for harvest, theworld is ready to harvest from the labour of your hands.

Death has successfully exposed the humanness you possess,because we all saw you as a superhuman. Please don’t blame anyone, blame it onthe extraordinary qualities that you possess and project right from theprojects to the city walls. It is a great privilege to have been born in thisera and time. Now i can tell posterity the story of deity that co-existed withordinary mortals.

Today the feeling of deja-vu is not real and does not exist, because never has the earth shook so hard at the departure of a man. At this point mortality has no value, individuality is nowhere to be found, and divinity is in the air. Tear drops is not good enough to encapsulate this singular act of fate, transformation, enthronement and glory.

You are rare and dare to the hearts and souls of men, even the earth bears witness to what you carry deep inside that your unwavering soul. Step by step you walked the length and breadth of every mortal and consciousness, no one can deny or ignore the role you played in this movie of destiny. Hope was not at sight but what you saw could not have made you abort that flight. Posterity was riding on your wings waiting to get to the promise land because they believed in you.

Behind bars you stayed, grew and dreamed, in the shackles of incarceration you swelled and dwelled in courage.  Your countenance never depicted what lay inside the core of your being. The mantle of leadership was not enough motivation for you, what pushed you is a force that really has no root in what the world sees and knows.

Some even question your humanness in totalness, the world sometimes pinch themselves into reality because what they see defies reality in totality. A man that blood flows through his veins but yet his heart pumps out beauty, divinity, forgiveness, love and anything and everything that encapsulates magnificence. Men live to amass material and personal wealth, but you breathe and grow to satisfy the call of your people.