by Mazuba Mwiinga
Life evolves; for that to happen
a huge shift in the strata has to happen. Heroes are not created; they are made
out of sacrifice and resilience. Their achievements are greater for others than
they are for themselves. A team is just a supporting machine. There is always
one player that takes an extra mile to change the game. A lot of people are
happy.
I am happy too. But mine is with
deeper understanding that the shift that starts is for the greater good of all.
There is no movement that ends in vain. The Devil if at all he existed; but
according to the spiritual writings of the Christian book, was defeated through
sacrifice; at least from my own understanding. That's the word of champions -
SACRIFICE. The moment one offers oneself for the greater goodness of mankind any
contrary ability to one’s efforts falls off.
Just as the natural laws of
heights and gravitation dictates, the higher one goes the cooler it becomes and
the harder one falls. Those who have read critical literature will tell you that
the mimesis of life always has peak moments that overtakes every human nature’s
happiness to levels of over flowing vanity; and because of the free will of man’s
creation, every human being at that level, chooses to be or not to be. Depending
on the choices henceforth, lies the creation of virtues or vices of man’s
reality - Pride, the Devil's number one virtue, always comes before a fall,
when man decided to go that way.
Like Oedipus the King’s picks in Greek
mythology, such a route appears like the Riddle of Sphinx in which Oedipus had
become the king of Thebes while unwittingly fulfilling a prophecy that he would
kill his father, Laius (the previous king), and marry his mother, Jocasta (whom
Oedipus took as his queen after solving the riddle of the Sphinx). The action
of Sophocles' play concerns Oedipus' search for the murderer of Laius in order
to end a plague ravaging Thebes, unaware that the killer he was looking for was
none other than himself. At the end of the play, after the truth finally comes
to light, Jocasta hangs herself while Oedipus, horrified at his patricide and
incest, proceeds to gouge out his own eyes in despair.
But the death of Oedipus,
saddening as it was, brought freshness and life to the decaying land; because
just like the natural laws of persistence dictates that the darkest hour comes
before dawn, so is a Hawk’s choices when
deciding to steal; it always picks chicks because the Hen screams every time it
steals away the chicks. In its natural wild instincts, the Hawk knows that noise
is chatter; and chatter is harmless. But deducing this wild wisdom, the Hawk
always avoids ducklings because ducks always keep quiet when the Hawk steals
away its ducklings because in silence, the Hawk knows lies the mysteries of
creation.
Isn’t it the same natural enigmatic
philosophy that a Sheep inhibits? Sheep don't blurt when they are led to a
slaughter house the way Goats do. In realising the momentous times of every
generation, every inhabitant of its own village needs the face of nightfall,
because without darkness we can’t appreciate the stars, just as without clouds
in a cold season we can’t appreciate the sun it blocks.
When evil arises, it’s when we
see where goodness sits. These things are not out of our hands. They lie embedded
in our hearts and written all over our faces. One Statesman, Kenneth Kaunda
once lamented that, 'it’s not the chances we take, but the choices we make that
will determine our destiny'. He knew exactly how the laws of nature work out
their paths. Ones need the devil if one has to hope to see God. Darkness and
light co-exist; so is good and evil. Man’s free will being the anchor to use to
pick one of the two. We can’t have it all, but we can choose to let evolution
take its natural steps. Janet Young says, ‘finding the meaning of things,
discerns the soul of things’.
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