Ten years! Ten long, arduous years! That was how long he had to wait for his labour to be recognised. And boy, was it recognised! The great and the mighty came to applaud. But it was not easy, far from it, it was painful. It wasn’t even slow or progressive, it was not little by little, it was just silent, dead silent. Nothing happened, I mean ‘nothing’, no recognition, no appreciation, no validation. He however got ridiculed, people made sneer comments, there were walkouts, fallouts and mockery.
He was despondent, downcast, depressed, but he kept at it. He was very lonely, but he kept at it. He did not want to look at it, the emotion was intense, but he kept at it. He came to associate it with pain. His only saving grace was that he knew he gave his very best. All he had, he put in it. He left no stone unturned. He just kept at it. He gave it his love. His work was his love. His calling was his passion and he infused it with his energy. His craft was his refuge.
Then the dawn broke and it was time, the fullness of time! The light shone, the light of heaven beamed on his efforts. From far and near, they could not help but be amazed at the splendid work. They stood stupefied, he stood dazed. When his captivity was turned, he was like him that dreamed.
Wait for the light to shine! Wait!
Beautiful Ivory 