What do you dream of in life? Brilliance. Beauty. Name. Fame. Money. Success. Career. Your problem may not be their absence but their presence.
You have come to measure happiness in terms of success and your ability to outdo others; that is why you are sad. You have everything but happiness. You have a new job now or political office, but you devote more time thinking of your sad days, ruminating on your previous hard luck, nursing animosity towards those you suspect to have stood on your road to success. You have resolved to take your pound of flesh and have skimmed politics that will unleash maximum vengeance on your enemies, real or imagined. You wish the lives of your political opponents are over. You want them to feel your presence. Your heart is pregnant with malice. The earlier you allow time to heal the wound the better for you.
Six years ago, you were part of that ‘bomboy’, that share-the-money government and today analogue has taken the giddy throne. You want heaven to collapse because you have been sidelined. You define government in relation to your personal benefit. Good governance is only when you are benefitting, dishing out orders and enjoying mistresses on extra-marital beds at government’s expense. You are spending your wrongly acquired fortune running media propaganda, distorting performance sheet of your regime. When you begin to falsify truth, you will begin to believe your falsehood. You now believe your own lies with moral certitude. What do you cry for? Victimization. Witch-hunting. Marginalization. You have become a reagent, reacting at every issue instead of acting. You are now a public affair commentator, an umpire in a match you have not been called to officiate. You do not want to sleep again because you are plotting the downfall of a regime that must one day come to an end. You want to render gods jobless by buying and fighting their wars.
You have even abandoned your native state and now prefer to be a tenant in FCT just to protest your discomfort. You shun public appearance lest you are tagged a supporter of an unpopular government. You look like angry lion and your countenance reads vengeance every time. You have an image of next regime in your mind and you are allotting positions in a government that is not yet elected. You have written your report to hand over to EFCC as soon as this regime is over. Do you know what you are? A prospective police officer who starts mounting roadblocks before he is ever recruited! You are fighting your wife for bashing a car you have not bought. You are schizophrenic, suffering bi-polar disorder. Those who live in glass houses do not throw stones. What are they doing that you have not done? Give time a chance. That government will come to pass like your previous.
You had been a good girl and at that ripe age for marriage your dad got political appointment. He wanted for you a suitor dignifying of the new family status. You prayed for his coming. He did come after two months, a successful politician with strong connections. Now, you have him, the money and high pay job but you are not happy. Six years, no issue and your husband has told you he does want a child. He enjoys kissing you but never sleeps with you. Yet, he is generous with extra-marital sex. You have got a spiritual revelation that your husband is an occult; he made a covenant never to bear children. You have confronted him severally and finally he has accepted. Maybe you will die childless. Maybe you should accept your fate and stop wishing your life is over. You can’t see it now but the scars will heal and you will die a married celibate.
You were 30 when you met him. You had been a serial victim of heartbreakers. You had resolved never to give in cheaply again. He was able to break your defence and you called that a confirmation of real love. You ate your vow and decided to love again. He took what he wanted and made you believe him. He pleaded to be given time to finish his master’s program. You never knew that he had been sadly married with two kids. He has agreed to unite with his former family. Now, you are approaching 40. Worst still, everybody had known you as Clinton’s wife. They call you old cargo. What you see is bleak future, tears of lonely years ahead. What is on your mind? Become a reverend sister? God is your reward. It shall come to pass and you will love again.
You are a prayer warrior. You prayed and prayed for a heartthrob and suddenly your eyes caught a sister in your fellowship. You even described her meeting as spirit-led. You proposed, she accepted. She knew your naivety and told you she was intact; you were happy and came out satisfied after cracking it. Poor you, what do you know! Ten years collapsed and your wife showed no sign of pregnancy. Your wife felt guilty and could no longer carry on. She told you one miserable night that she had a confession to make- she lost her womb to abortion shortly before you met her. You now feel God has failed you. You hate prayer, you hate God. What should you do now? Remarry? The disgrace, the reproach, the faith. You want the world to come to an end today, this minute. Don’t worry, it shall come to pass.
With apology to Funke, have you discovered that the child you called your son is not yours. Your wife has made you father another man’s son. Painfully, the one you discovered is not yours is your favourite. Although you are not supposed to have loved one kid more than others, but ignored it and poured your love on a child who will never be yours. What do you do that you know? Send the wife packing with the boy who has called you father for 18 years or go on as if nothing happened? Get up and dust yourself, the pain will recede.
Easter assures us that after rain comes sunshine. One of the tricycles in Coal City goes with the inscription ‘No Hurry in Life’ and another ‘No Condition is Permanent’. If you are terribly overburden by feeling of betrayal, failure, disappointment, be sure it won’t hurt after a while. Time heals wound. The crucified Jesus and the risen Christ is one and the same.
