… my people! My people! My people! I cry from the depth of my soul. I long for my people, I seek my own and I know not where to find them. I am lonely and lost in the midst of the masses. I long for my crowd, I want my troupe, I want my battalion, yes I want my people, I want to belong. I long for my tribe!
My tribe is not in my class, I went to school and I joined the ‘in’ group, but they were not my tribe. I didn’t understand their language neither did they understand my language. Their ways are not my ways, my thoughts are not their thoughts, they are not my tribe, I long for my tribe!
I am en route to my destination and my bus is full of people and we are all travellers, that we have in common, part of our journeys are the same, but our destinations are different, our outlook are not the same. We are passagers together, but they are not my tribe, I long for my tribe!
In my search I have met a few tribes and I have joined them and tried to learn and live their ways, I have learn to climb trees and eat nuts, but I am not a monkey, this is not really my tribe. I have joined with the swimmers and learn to swim, but I am not a fish, this is not my tribe either. I have joined so many tribes and tried to be so many things to so many people, but they are not my tribe, I long for my tribe!
I have made friends with the alien tribe and we have walked together for a while, but our core are different and we must path ways, I miss our friendship but we belong to different tribes, our ways are different. I long for my tribe!
I wander, lost and alone, I have no tribe, I am alone, there is none like me, I am an alien, I have no tribe, I am a one man tribe, my tribe is extinct. I am all that is left, I must compromise, I must pretend, I must be like another tribe, I must do their ways, I must hide my core, but I can’t, I can’t touch my core. I long for my tribe!
I shuffled along, lonely and downcast, doing my best to keep up the spirit, but convincing no one, dragging my core, my essence with me. In the far far far distance, very very vague, barely visible, I sense him, moving slowly towards me, tentatively, piecingly focused, his form emerging, like a magnetic field we gravitate towards each other, we stood face to face, without blinking we stared and saw! We knew! it has been a very long journey, right in front of me, stood my tribesman, my heart filled with joy, I am not alone, my tribe is alive!
Be encouraged, your tribe is alive!
Beautiful Ivory 