By Ajah Eric.
The second
week of your first year in campus, a place you dreamt to reach by all means.
You worked tirelessly to reach ……
Triza :It was indeed a great pleasure knowing you
Mary . I pray that our frienship will not be terminated as a result of the
whirling wind and campus' tempest storm. That we may be of good help to one
another.
Mary: Pleasure meeting you too.
That has been my humble prayer in season and out of season. Meeting a friend
who can act as the ladder to my success .A friend freed from fake fright and
conformities to fake freedom of this campus. You seem to be reading my mind
.You must be very smart upstairs .Let’s strive to be solutions to the problems
prevalent in our homes and societies .I believe all that has been born by the
mind of a zealous person’s will and passion is bound to come to pass.
Triza : Amen!! I believe we possess a God given
potential as his unique creation. Though hurdles can pin us down but what is
prudent is us handling them into a bundle and stepping into them to visualize
the brighter future awaiting us. By so doing our visions in life will never
become blurred. We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.
Mary : Amen. Let’s believe in God’s given
promises to humanity and in particular to those who are his staunch followers and adherers of
his commandments. He has promised to make those who believe in him heads and not tails.
Those who believe in him shall run and never be weary .They shall fly high with
wings like eagles. A thousand shall fall in their left and a thousand people in
their right bust they shall never stumble.
Life in campus started well with you
.Your dreams were too clear and your destiny seemed to be your guide day after
day .Every day of your life was marked by power packed prayers made to the
Almighty .In the Christian union you were a well known member .The heaven’s
gates always closer and open to you. Preaching fire and brimstones. ‘The lord
is my fountain, I shall not want. He leads me to greener grass while I am
hungry and to the cool waters when thirst grips me for that reason hunger and
thirst are past tense to me….I will not conform to the standards of this world
but rather I will be transformed by the continued renewal of my mind
,HALLELLUJAH!!’ That was the prayer that all and
sundry associated with you.
Life to you was a legacy .Not
polluted not contaminated .Your friend could be heard from afar echoing and
testifying the substance in you. Your praises spread across the campus like the
dry season wind. Many turning you to an
idle. Following you without a second thought. Pouring showers of accolades to
you. Tanking their creator for availing you to them. Triza, a lady to be
celebrated and not to be tolerated.
At home, your parents were fighting to
overwhelm the strings of misfortune life had presented to them and held them
captive of poverty. The villagers nicknamed them the less fortunate and made
fun that a cow of a poor man shall never yield twins. And that the fortune of
the unfortunate is the greatest misfortune .Who knows ,perhaps they were right
.Your parents eating a mince of a meal every fortnight and seeing it as
blessing in time .The signs of a
brighter future were evident every time it dawned to their minds that you are their only and daughter and that you are in the university
.Having come against all the odds and sayings .Learning through thick and thin
and coming out meritoriously .Now your parents were optimistic and they lived
in their future that they depended on you to take them .
Where did the rain start beating you?
Were your thoughts stolen by the devil and your ambitions watered down? Was it
true that the cow of poor had turned barren as the devil been so keen scheming
to bring you from grace to grass? From a heroine to a village? Can’t you wake
up from your chloroformic slumber and harkens the voice of the Lord as a
prodigal son? Your life has become .You allowed thunderstorm to silence you and
you heeded to the trumpet sound of the enemy .Poor Triza who can heal your
disease?
Your life has completely changed
.Treading to the exact opposite direction. Your vision blurred .Walking blind
in the day’s light. Making money your master maker .Making fashion your master
monitor. You turned from being a direction to a rejection .Selling your private
possession to the roaring lion who never hesitated devouring you, tearing you a
sunder and leaving a carcass to sob .Look now the situation you are in .Things
falling apart .You are now harvesting the toil and moil of your deeds .The
results of meticulous and meritorious work .Writhing in pangs of pain. Are you
the real you?
Ajah Eric is student at Moi University.
