When doors seem to be shutting from every direction the easiest thing to do is fret and give up. After reading a passage from a story of a young man who found himself a slave in a foreign land, hope was re-ignited. The young man had a dream. One that seemed too far fetched for his family's liking. How can a young boy have such a dream, be exalted above all of them...impossible! After all he had no birthright and stood no chance of inheriting any legacy...he was one of the youngest in a family of possibly men and women of stature and here he comes saying "You will bow..."!
The voices do speak up now and again, "Who are you to believe you can be great..." but Truth says "Who are you not to think you can be great..."
With a tone that sounds like logic, "It's too costly, too complicated for a simple mind like yours..." Yet I will rise, soar above the rest or with the rest momentarily but rise I shall.
The answer to my application for the Unogwaja Challenge did come. As hyped up as I was, it was a no, one that I embraced yet the dream lives on to bring change in one way or another.

Clear Vision

The wise king said, "...Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, so he may run that reads it...."
My heart has been yearning for an answer, for a sign, something to give substance to dream that seems rather flaccid under the weighty odds . As I recall the words of yet another "...no woman carries a child never to reach the season to birth..."
The dream to take part in the Unogwaja challenge at this stage seems far out of reach yet faith is the string that ties what could be with the present reality. So to write the vision down I have hastened to do, that it may be endorsed, maybe not a tablet of stone but upon a heart filled with hope. The vision is therefore clear, do whatever is humanly possible. To envision the end, I have busied myself, not that I may perchance claim honour or worse still bestow it upon myself but that I may do a service that may perchance change the life of at least one or two in Africa.

Many at times I am worn out. I feel I can't anymore and the only thing to do is condescend to ever-decreasing circles where life is somewhat entrapped. The end or beginning of the year for me is time to contemplate. Each time I am left with an unbalanced ledger, seemingly a debtor to life and creditor  to what could have been.
As the last few days of the year roll by, I try to position the plug that I may salvage what is left and hopefully have something to use in creating the mortar for the foundation I intend to lay for the coming year. Intentions I seem to be overburdened with, yet the ability to turn them all into realities I neither possess or perhaps it is buried so far deep within that excavating would be in good order.
Confused I sound,yet the reason I find myself back in this exact same spot, year after year is unknown to me. As I embark on this quest, may the heavens be open to rain down some answers that I may find that which I search for