Appeal To The LawMakers

"No matter where you go, remember the road that will lead you home.."

There was this child, called Mtoto. He/she had been born in the gutter, they had gone to school barefoot for like endless kilometres in sweltering heat, they had been molested by the very people trusted and designated to take care of them, they had studied and done homework in tattered exercise books and in dim light from a tin lamp,they had taken care of cattle,fetched firewood and water,and climbed hills that look like steep staircases back to their grass thatched mud houses.

And yet,when Mtoto got home,he/she would finish his/her chores,and run outside to play with a football made out of paper bags and a flimsy rope..They would eat tadpoles in the name of "fish", drink dirty brown water,and after play, go home, eats measly food, look for the sack which is his mattress, blanket and bed cover all rolled into one, and amazingly, blacks out and sleep like a child...Imagine such humble beginnings, painful in the eyes of the parent due to feeling the failure to provide, but oh so beautiful in the eyes of a child? 

What innocence,and faith for a better tomorrow? 

Fast forward to present day, somehow,by the Grace of God,he/she makes it. 

Makes it big. 

Becomes a mogul. A CEO..a politician.. a top manager. A kingpin. A big deal.

So, Mtoto suddenly is thrust into a world he has never seen before. His ideologies about life, and how he knew it are obscured like an eclipse. He knows only the language of money, and fame, where he realizes that he can own absolutely anything. Including people. People treat him like a king,in turn he realizes that these people can,and indeed do not mind being treated like his subjects. They become a commodity,to run and fetch and bring. They can almost kneel. And you know what? These 'self-made' subjects do exactly that. Mtoto climbs higher and higher, feeling like he/she is the only one who matters, and everybody else is a subject...no one but Mtoto. His/Her way,or the Highway.

This,my friends,is the turning point. The moment of choice. The moment of reckoning. Allow me to tell you a folk story that I read when in Class Two.

"There once was a tortoise. It had a smooth back,shiny and beautiful..It, however envied the eagles that flew into the sky,swooping up and down. It started to cry. The eagle came and asked him,"Why are you crying Tortoise?" 

He told him of how he really wanted to fly. The eagle felt sorry for him and called all the other eagles,and each eagle donated a feather for the tortoise. They stuck the feathers with glue,and set out to fly the following day. 

That day, they flew, and the tortoise was up,up in the air!! He had never felt such a feeling like that in his life!! It reached a point where the eagles couldn't go beyond a certain altitude and told the tortoise that that was the maximum height they could fly at. The tortoise declined and continued to fly higher. After a while,the higher he went, the sun grew hotter...needless to say,the sun melted all the glue on the feathers, and the tortoise came tumbling down, hit the ground and broke his back.

Everything in life is a choice. Every little thing. You choose to treat people good or bad,and what you give is what you get.In equal,or more measure..Today, tomorrow, or someday.

Mtoto is you, and I. Time and chance happens to us all, but what we do or do not do defines us, in the face of humanity.

I am not saying that we should be poor. King Solomon, who had everything in life was full of wisdom and discernment to say in Proverbs 30:9,"Lest I be full, and deny You, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain."

 A whole King! 

Let us take care of one another. Big and small, rich and not so rich. Let us aim to arrive together, as much as possible. 

Otherwise, we will all fall, 

And all the King's horses,and all the King's men,

Will not put Humpty Dumpty together again...

#DWM