… ouch! ‘That hurts!’

There is no ‘if’, ‘but’ about it, purely a matter of when the stones will be thrown. Harsh criticism, unjustified outbursts, abuse and insults, unwarranted comments, lies, false stories about us etc, are all ‘stones’

Stone throwers throw stones, that is what they do, that is what they know to do. Some are perpetual throwers, others are occasional throwers, whilst others are accidental throwers.

When stones hit us they hurt and sometimes they hurt terribly and we are in pain for hours, days, months or even years. The length and duration of our pain depends largely not on the force or size of the stone, or even the size or person of the thrower but on how we nurse and cater to the wound. Some get it all cleaned out, well disinfected, bandaged and move on with life. They change the dressing as and when required, they speak right and try not to focus attention on the wound and when they are not looking, total healing and restoration takes place.

Others, in their minds, mull, deliberate, ponder, consider, recount and go over again and again the incident that lead to the stone throwing, they recount the incident in all its full flavour to all and any that cares to listen and even to uninterested parties. They pick, unpick and inspect the wound, removing the dressing at every opportunity. They actually leave the wound exposed so that all can ask ‘what happened?’ The gory details then commences and they wonder why they never heal.

Some try to avoid stone throwers altogether but this is truly impossible, the title is not written on the forehead. Some by their deeds are already known, others operate by the stealth and silence of a cat, throwing the most damaging stones. Whilst others are like sleeper spy, you don’t even know they exist as stone throwers, they could even be close family or friends.

The truth is, offences will come, stones will be thrown and there is already a ‘woe’ on the thrower. The question is what do we do, when it hurts? It will hurt, we are human, but we are wise to shorten the pain by not ruminating on the offence and move on with the positive trajectory of our life. Life is for living and living the abundant life, not trying to question and reason what turns an otherwise sane, loving and rational person into a stone thrower. Some have always been a stone thrower but we did not know as they were ‘sleeper throwers’.

Be good, nurse your wound, live life to the fullest. It is all good!

… it started out as a beautiful sunny day, pleasing to experience, without warning it started pouring, it rained heavily, cats and dogs as they say over here. It was also cold and windy, so a cold, windy, blowy heavy rainy day it turned out to be.

I was on my way to work, I normally walk down to the train station. The walk is downhill, not too steep but sloppy enough to give an easy walk allowing the mind to wander around leisurely or seriously as the day may call for. I don’t mind the walk, because if the weather changes, there is a good bus stop/Shelter, well enclosed and watertight. It had very comfortable seats and relaxing music in the background. It also has climate control for when it is too hot or too cold. Usually I escape in there and forget any trauma outside and never emerge until all is calm. It is never crowded, just pleasant. I love my shelter! The thought of it makes the walking desirable. Sometimes on my way from work and going back home, I will pause to rest my legs in there, though the weather is acceptable, but because I am going uphill now, I find the little rest re-energizing.

But today was a different day, they had already put up the notice that the shelter was under going refurbishment so would be closed. I didn’t think much of it as the day started out sunny anyway. But when it suddenly started pouring, I was in a fix, I ran from doorstep to doorstep trying to get some shelter from the elements. Some people will not have me dripping wet in their doorstep and drove me away, others just about tolerate me but you can tell they prefer if I was not there, some were indifferent and just carried out like I did not exist. One was kind enough to let me in, but the seats were hard and the house was too hot. The weather subdued and I continued my journey, but the whole experience had distabilised me, as I walked down, I reflected on the role of the shelter in my life and what a stabilising place it had been, I took it for granted.

In life, some people are shelter and stabilising force to us and atimes we do not fully appreciate their presence, they keep us grounded and prevent us from dabbling in things we have no business dabbling in and connecting with those we have no business with. They stabilise us when the trial of life comes and when they are not there we wobble.

God is our shelter, shield and refuge, and we must learn not to put our trust in man, for his breath is in his nostrils. Our foundation must be deeper than man for man will fail not necessarily because he wants to but because he is built to fail from time to time. He is not invincible or infallible, he is mere mortal.

Hope in the shelter that never closes!

… it is a lovely day at the end of April and the weather is just right, not too hot too hurt my neck eczema and not too cold to need a jacket, truly beautiful day and I can see the cooking apple tree from my kitchen window as I do the washing up. What a sight! It is flowering, it’s got little pink and white flowers on the backdrop of green leaves. From where I am, it is stunning, we might even get some apples this year. The tree yields fruit haphazardly, whenever it feels like, skip a year, skip 2 years and then fruits, we have learnt not to expect anything, when there is fruit, there is fruit and when there is none, there is none.

The fruits are not worth the trouble anyway, they come out all diseased and just litter the garden. We have to go through the trouble of packing and disposing of them. The tree is very sick, it is a surprise that anything grows on the branch. The trunk looks worn, the bark is brittle and falling off the tree. The leaves have reduced and some of the branches have fallen off. We have called in the tree surgeon and the arboriculturist and they have given us the very sad news, our tree is dead, not dying but dead and it can’t be saved or nursed back to health. Heart wrenching news for a tree lover. Though from where I stand today, the tree does not look dead, it looks very much alive with its beautiful pink and white flowers.

The question that comes to my mind as I stare at the tree is “how many things in our lives are flowering from a distance but on close examinations are dead? ” a very difficult question to ask but even more difficult to answer. Death is not something we like to talk or think about. The sceptic will argue that we are all dying anyway, from the day we are born, we grow towards this inevitable fact. Maybe for now we leave that morbid thought, but address a more practical and probably positive aspects of this thought. What are those things that are spent that we need to give a burial in order to allow newness of life? The scriptures says that unless a seed drops to the ground and die, it can not bring forth multitude of seeds of life. Some relationships are dead, though from a distance have the pink and white flowers, but on close examination the bark is brittle, the trunk and roots are rotten, it is truly over. Some businesses are over, some projects are over, some thoughts and beliefs are over. We have to look from afar and we have to look close up and if the close up is not well, then it might not just be well.

Not every dying trees die, some can be nurse back to health, some can’t. Not all struggling situations we find ourselves in, are over, but some are over. ‘How do we know the difference?’ You ask. If we need to call the surgeons in, then that is what we have to do, if we are not in a position to tell. Who are the surgeons? It all depend on the nature of the issue, but there must always be someone, and if there is no one, then we must make time, to assess, commune with our maker and get directions.

Flowering is not always a signal that all is well.

… to be envied is the man that can operate in the midst of chaos and doze off on a cluttered desk. I don’t do well with clutter or disorder, most people don’t. If I have to, I will make the best of the situation. I wouldn’t call myself an OTT tidy person but reasonably tidy and clean. Some have argue that to go far in life, one has to thrive on chaos, I thrive on order, my brain works better when things are in place. However I can accept that to move the frontier , there has to be disorder that requires putting in order, there has to be chaos that needs straightening out. And the processing of overcoming creates a new and hopefully better order. I can live with that.

I have seen people overwhelmed, in very difficult situations, they need to make a decision, but it is bothering on impossible, they can’t see clearly. They are packed full, absolutely no room to manoeuvre. The windscreen is smeared all over, their eyes are full of dirt, the glasses is equally dirty. Yet they are expected to make decision. It is not possible. Some lever of order need to be created to enable the brain to function. Room must be created, space must be made, range of vision must be possible, the nose can’t be pressed against the wall and then asked to breath, either the wall or the nose has to move, otherwise suffocation will be the end result. We have to move away to see clearly.

Atimes the only way to handle the spilling over in-tray, the overflowing desk, the busting at the rims to-do-list, the pile high dirty dishes and laundry, the million decisions to be made, the over committment is to pack a bag, walk out of the door and leave it all behind, everything! Go to the movie, check in to a hotel, go for a walk, visit a friend, walk the dog etc the brain has to do the work, but it needs the space, it needs to cool down and then it can operate at peak performance. To see clearly, we must get away from it all, every single one of it. A reason why vacation is not a luxury but a necessity for peak performance. A woman in an abusive relationship, physical or emotional or both, is stalled, she can’t see clearly, she can’t start the car, she can hardly reason, the trauma is continuous. She needs external help to break free. Or at list to have a clear understanding of the toxic situation she is in.

To see clearly, she must move away. To see clearly, we must all move away from time to time and get the windows cleaned.

… on my lane I will stay, on my path I will abide, in my house I will live, my language I will speak, my food I will eat, my clothes I will wear, my culture I will embrace, my people I will acknowledge, I will look in the mirror and embrace who I see, me, I will love me! Yet I will improve and I will grow and I will develop, but I will stay on my path.

Maybe you have gone ahead of me, maybe you are further down the lane, maybe the race is almost finished, who knows? But I will not switch lane, I will not cross over, I will stay focus, I will stay disciplined, I will stay teachable, I will learn from you, but I will not cross lanes, I will not switch over. I will not swallow all your ways, hook, line and sinker. I will respect your growth and development but I will also respect my growth and development, I will not rest on my laurels. I will believe in my potentials, I will believe in the greatness of my mind, I will harness my God given abilities. I will develop my greatness. I will grow straight and tall. I will grow mighty and towering, I will not bend to you, I will not sway to your side, left or right. I will stay on my path, in my lane your will find me.

I will till my land, I will farm my ground, I will mow my lawn, I will water it, I will make it green, it will flourish, I will feed it, I will love it, I will nourish it, I will nurture it. Yes, your grass is greener now, I can see it, but I will stay with my grass, it is growing, it is getting greener. I will learn from my errors, I will forgive my mistakes, I will respect my progress, I will stay with it, I will get there, I will keep at it. My grass will get green, very green indeed. My lawn will be lush, beautiful and lush. From far and near, they came and observe the beautiful and neat lawn, my lawn is different, it’s concept is unique, my beauty us different, it is mine. I will stay in my path.

I will eat my food, l love my food, I love the preparation method, I love the recipe, I love the look, smell, feel. I love what it does to me, I love how it makes me feel, it inspires me, it warms me from within. It takes me on a journey that no foreign food can take me, it links me to my root, to my ancestors, it restores me, it energies me. I will stay with my food. I will develop it, I will make it healthy, I will make sure that it nourishes me, I will present it appealingly, I will borrow a leaf from your book where I need to, but I will stay with my food. I will season it with the spices I know and understand. I will eat that which grows on my ground, I will respect my own resources. I will not give more respect to alien food. I will stay on my path.

I will drink water from my own pool, from my own pond, from my own valley, from my own spring I will drink. I will purify my own water, I will make it safe and pure. I will drink my own pure water. I will collect the rain that falls on my own ground. I will be loyal to my own. I will drink wine from my own vine, from my own palm tree I will drink. I will drink my own dried herbs. I will drink my own tea. I will stay true to my own, I will have respect to my own. I will stay on my path.

I will where my own clothes, I will design it to suit my ways. I will wear my beautiful vibrant colours, I will put myself together well. I will wear clothes that are comfortable to my culture and climate, yet smart and efficient. I will dress to accentuate my shape and shade. I will dress in a manner that lifts me up and confirms my status, I am regal, I am empowered, I will not dress as a slave, for a slave I am not, not anymore. I respect your fashion, but I will stay with mine and grow and develop it, I will stay with my craft and work tirelessly at it. I will continue to grow and develop my fashion and clothing. I will stay on my path.

I will accept who I am, where I am, where I am going, I will own my story, my journey so far, I will not water down any of it, I will celebrate the victories, I will enhance the greatness of my story, I will not ignore the challenges, the difficulties and the mishaps, I will learn from them, I will use them as stepping stones for greater things. I will not live with any regret, I will look forward, forward looking I will be, my great will be greater and my greater will become greatest. On my path I find my destiny, so I will stay on my path.

My home is my home, I will stay at home, I will not covert your home. My home is homely, I will tidy up my home, I will make my home clean, I will make my home warm, I will develop it, I will refurbish it, I will declutter it, I will fill it with love. I will be proud of my home. I will respect my timing, I will respect where I am, I will respect my journey as I work on my home. My home is my sanctuary. I will find the grace to be strong, secure and stable in my home. I will grow in my home, my family will grow in my home, grace and love will never depart from my home. I will stay in my home. I will air my home. My home is a place of love and warmth. I will stay in my home. In my path I will stay. I will invite you, I will visit you, but in my home I will stay.

My path, my path, my path! My journey, my journey, my journey! My lane, my lane, my lane! On my path I will stay. Please stay on your path!

… we all love a winner’s story, when the naysayers said it can’t be done and then he did it, she did it, proving everyone wrong. The story of Tiger Woods touched me, I particularly love the small video that was put out showing various people commenting that he was washed out and he should retire, quit the game, and yet he did it, he won a masters, what a heart warming story of victory! We love that, a very happy ending, or at least I love it.

But what happens when they say we are no good, we will fall and fail and we refute the assertions and we say ‘no’ and we set out to prove everyone wrong, but rather than prove them wrong, we prove them right, very right indeed, we fall flat on our face, we fail miserably even though we tried hard and they laugh and jeer and mock. We are ashame and embarrass, we feel small, very small indeed, wrong and irrelevant and we want to bury our head and hide forever, never to be seen. They told is we could never win a race, we believe we could and we set our heart on it and again we set out to prove them wrong and we entered the race in the full glare of the whole world and rightfully or wrongfully so, not only did we not win, we came last, the very last, we were so ashame, deeply embarrass, we walked away from the track with our heads bent and tail between our legs.

They told us we will fail in the business and we did, they told us we could not marry right and they were right, we ended up with a serial cheater and physical abuser. They told us we will amount to nothing and they were on point, we dropped out of school, get kicked off our inconsequential job, hanged out with the wrong group and got hooked on drugs. They told us our Ministry will not grow and we will amount to nothing and yes there is no one in our church just 2 people. They told us we are a lousy writer and we will hardly get a single ‘like’. They told us we are no good at what we do and they are right, we bring in the wrong people, yes the ceiling is falling down, the boiler is not working, the pipes are leaking, the electrics is wired wrongly, the window is broken, the rubbish is not being collected, the fire alarm has packed up and the furniture are rubbish! We are embarrass!

One of the worse feelings for me is that of embarrassment. I can handle almost anything but embarrassment is such a bitter pill for me to swallow. I remember one cold windy winter morning in 1987, it was so windy, trees were falling, fences were collapsing all over the place, it was a mayhem, I was rushing to catch a bus, about to miss it, I decided to run, before I could figure out was happening, I tripped on something and I was down on the ground in public view. While on the ground, I could feel my whole body and it didn’t look like I had hurt anywhere, basically I could get up right away, but I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t face the people around, so I just lied right there, it was cold, in no time I was shivering vigorously. A crowd had gathered round me, a good Samaritan was already doing all kind of stuff on my, shouting that he was first aid trained, another person had call an ambulance, in no time, I was wrapped in a foil blanket, rushed to the hospital. After all examination I was sent packing as they couldn’t find anything wrong with me. Of course there was nothing wrong me! but maybe there was, I was embarrassed. Embarrassment was what was wrong with me. Embarrassment has led a lot of people to do some truly incredulous stuff.

But what are we to do, when the enemy is proven right and we have fallen, failed or just turned out as they have predicted? All that is left to do is that we set our eyes like a flint, we brace up, we stand tall, we square up, we dust whatever dirt we can from our shoulders and with whatever scars and bruises left we match on like a soldier. The uniform does not make a soldier, it is the spirit within that does.

The enemy can never be right has long as we never give up, as failure is just an event, it is never a person, a person that is continually trying can never be a failure even if he never reaches his destination, it is all in the indomitable spirit. The spirit that never gives up, that says I will try one more time, irrespective of the number of times we fall.

“And what about the feeling of embarrassment?” you ask. You take the embarrassment and spread it like marmite on your bread of endeavours and with gritted teeth and squirted face your eat the beast whole, you belch and wash it down with the water of discpline and give praise to Him that gave you the grace and chance to try just one more time.

No, the enemy is never right and embarrassment will never stop us!

… a friend once told about this beautiful girl he was keen on going out with in his Uni days. So he had been pursuing without much luck. It also looked like everyone else was interested in this girl. On this particular day he went to her room, still trying to get his message across but the girl continues to appear disinterested. At a point the girl stood up and started drawing the curtains close, he figured he will be thrown out soon, mentally he plotted his escape, knowing how moody and temperamental the girl can be. To his utter surprise once the curtains were drawn, the girl beckoned to him that they should make out, he could not believe the change in his fortune. He rose to the occasion at the speed of lighting.

People draw the curtain for different reasons, some to ensure privacy from prying eyes, other times to signify the end of the day and prepare for bed once it is dark. Some have been known to misread the time because it is dark, assuming it is late, they start drawing the curtains and engaging in the night time rituals, putting on pyjamas, brushing teeth, washing face, bedtime stories, before bed prayers etc, not realising that it is not bedtime yet, it is winter time at it gets dark early. It is only 3pm! and there is still a lot more day left in the day.

Sometimes we buy a gizmo, or a watch, a toy, a phone etc and it serves us perfectly fine and we are extremely pleased with our buy and thoroughly enjoy it, but a day comes and it starts to slow down and it is not as fast, as sharp or as clear as it use to be, we are disappointed and then stops, we are crushed. We pack it aside and sentence it to final execution, we draw the curtains on it. Until, one day we had a visitor nosing around and notice our gizmo in its sentenced cell and ask why, we explained that it had stopped and that was when he told us that all we needed was a new battery. He drew the curtains open, got the gizmo out, put a new battery and it was good to go, alive and agile as new. He explained that it came from the manufacturer with a long life battery but not an everlasting one. The battery needed to be changed, there was still a lot of life left in the old dog!

How many of us start drawing the curtains early because it is winter? forgetting that winter is just a season and that the darkness that ensues is not a true reflection of the time of the day. Rather than keeping our eyes steady on the time we get swayed by the darkness. People go through painful seasons of darkness and start to draw the curtains and get ready for bed, we don’t have to do that, winter is a season, it will pass, let us keep our gaze on the clock, let us know our timing and seasons that we might apply ourselves accordingly.

We are tired, we are pained, we are aching, this part is not working properly on our body, and so is that part, neither is that part, we are low on energy, our waist line is expanding, hair is receding, heart is not pumping efficiently, back is stiff, knees are giving, blood pressure is playing up, insomnia is hanging around etc and the list goes on, we are definitely slowing down and we assume it is time to start to draw the curtains, we start to pack our suitcases, and begin saying our goodbyes. Not so soon!

Someone once told me, that he had met quite a number of people in their 50’s who had started the descend. They had started packing up because a few slowing down in their bodies, businesses or just life in general. At the same time, we read stories and meet people who turned their lives around at these age, who started new businesses, new ventures, new projects, new charities, made a new name for themselves etc. But how did they do it? Someone ask. They put new batteries in themselves, they recharged. They realised that the battery they were born with had just ran out of charge. They got into the gym, they changed their diet, they got close to their God, they got rid of dead weight, they travelled light, they did their research, they put some hot coal back in thier loins and they got fired up and did exploits.

There is not doubt that at some point, it will truly be night time and we have to draw the curtains, the gizmo will truly be spent and we can’t keep putting in new batteries, but that time is still a long way away, it is just 3pm, don’t touch the curtains, and get some new batteries!

… in the journey of life, I am approaching a treacherous bend, sitting in a massive truck, alone, all by myself, feeling incredibly small and inadequate, wondering how on earth I ended up here and how anyone would think that I can pull this off. The whole thing is way above me, it just feels mammoth and I feel tiny, yet I am meant to do it. If I had my way, I would rather be somewhere else, somewhere nice and quiet, sipping my Mooli and Beet smoothie while nibbling at my Tigernut and Cocoa energy ball as I reflect on life and futher my amateur writing ambition.

I want to run, I honestly want to, but there is no where to run to. I want to stay put, but that is not an option either, traffic is queuing up behind me, I have to move on. To add insult to injury, my visibility is compromised, everything seems cloudy and confusing, I can hardly see clearly. Someone must be having a big joke somewhere, still I can’t get my head round how I am the one in this position.

My head is telling me, I should be doing better than this. At least I know that ‘greater is He that is in me’. Honest truth is I don’t feel it. I have posted numerous motivational and inspirational quotes, I have listened to all Les Brown’s talk, I am a Steve Maraboli fan, I am a student of the scriptures, I have preached the message, I have carried the placard and worn the T shirt, so what else? I just need to steer the mammoth truck down the steep bend, put everything I have learnt to use, but I feel small and inadequate!

So what do I do? Jump out of the truck and run for my dear life, as the people behind me hoot their horn to an inch of life? Or just sit in the truck, and stare into space and pretend to be clueless (actually I am not sure, that will be a pretence!) deaf and dumb. I do feel dumb actually and dumber by the second. I wish I had company, an encourager, or actually someone else to do the dirty job for me, I can’t even call anyone, I can’t even think of anyone to call. I don’t even have a phone. It is just me, the truck, the bend and the queue of impatient drivers behind me!

Well, there is only one thing left to do as I reasoned that feelings are not worth the mind they are written on. My dread and feelings of inadequacy are irrelevant, what needs to be done needs to be done, taking the deepest of breath and screaming my head off, eyes as wide as saucers, I steered the mammoth truck round the treacherous bend!

I did it! Truly, the Greater one is in me!

… I am outside, all by myself and it is really cold and lonely. I have knocked on a few doors and nobody will let me in. I must admit I don’t know what is behind those shut doors, I don’t really know the people, their ways, their living habits, their personality, their energies etc, but I thought it will be good to be let in, then hopefully I will be warm, get some company and I will no longer be cold and lonely. “What about if their house is cold?” The voice asked. It can’t be as cold as outside, I thought. “Their heating could be broken!” It still wouldn’t be as cold as outside, I wouldn’t be at the mercy of the elements. I responded. But a different kind of cold, a soul coldness, deep in the heart, permeating the atmosphere, stifling the life out and constricting breathing. Now I don’t know how to heat that up and that will be very cold indeed. Maybe outside is not as cold as that, maybe I can still breath, maybe I can still have shelter at the bus stop.

Maybe there really is no company, there are people but no company. Maybe they wouldn’t like me, maybe I wouldn’t like them, maybe there is nothing lost, maybe we don’t belong together, we have nothing in common. The fact I have knocked and they wouldn’t open is the fact that we have nothing to offer each other. “But can that really be true?” If there is no interest or willingness to give then there is nothing to offer. “But what about if I want to give?” If there is no interest or willingness to receive, then maybe nothing should be offered. Why cast pearls before swine?

I guess all that is left, is to stay outside where I am and build my house and one day a cold and lonely person will knock my door and I can decide whether to open the door or not. But how do I build my house in a strange land?

… so my little one and I decided to play Kid’s Monopoly. It was one of those special Mummy and Child moment. We are both competitive, so equally fired up to win. We both did the ‘battle talk’ at the beginning. All the ‘I will so beat you today, you wouldn’t know what hit you’ kind of talk. Any way game started and we were both doing our thing and willing to win. The energy was electric. The game went on and on and on and neither of us was giving ground. It looks like one was going bankrupt then the fortune changes and we bounce back again. These happened a number of times. Slowly but surely we were getting tired. The fighting talk was getting less aggressive and loosing some of its tenacity. It got to a point, there was no more battle talk, the fighting spirit had waned. We were both tired, at this stage we just wanted the game to end. We were both sleepy but at the same time we were both finishers, so we needed it to end. More than ready to concede and help the other person to win. Happy to lend or give money, it didn’t matter who won. Finishing was now the goal, we began bending the rules of the game to achieve this end. The game did end, I can’t remember how, not sure if one of us tipped the board out of frustration or cheated to allow the other to win. Who ever heard of cheating to loose? The most important thing was that one way or another the non-ending game ended.

“See you after the match!” Says the friend, depending on what match, it could be in a few seconds or days as the case maybe. It is not easy to determine when you will see your friend or not. Some match have straight forwardish calculation of how long the game is likely to take, allowing for the worse case scenario, some do not lend themselves to easy prediction. Tennis can be like that, it could be a short game or long one, it is not easy to tell. The longest tennis match is recorded to have taken 11 hours, 5 minutes of play over a 3 days period in Wimbledon due to all kind of issues not limited to but including lighting. And it seems the shortest tennis match was 9 minutes in 1926.

Boxing is another very interesting sport. According to some records, the longest boxing match was 110 rounds long in 1893 in New Orleans and the fought went on for 7 hours and 19 minutes. Whereas the fastest knock out was 4 seconds in 1947. The game was over when the opponent was knocked out with the first punch. Whichever way, the game ended.

Chess can be similar, the longest chess tournament was in 1989 and lasted for 269 moves and took 20 hours and 15 minutes, in the same vein, there are very short chess games if you are lucky enough to pull the fool’s mate. But whatever the case, long or short the game always end one way or another!

Life and life situations are similar, we find ourselves sometimes in some very difficult, trying and dragging situations, and it looks like it will never end, it’s being going on for years unending, it could be anything, a terrible marriage where one partner is sadly abusive to another, the craftiness of the abuser has weakened the victim, the interjection of pleasant behaviour with abusive one has confused the prey, the lack of support makes it impossible to make a move and it looks like their will be no end, but a day always come when the yoke is broken off from the neck and the burden is lifted. The game always come to an end one way or another, the day of reckoning always come.

Some have a long standing debilitating illness, consuming their bodies and taking over their life. A hard one to bear and difficult to comprehend, from one threshold of pain to another with little or no relief. This to finds its end and sometimes the end comes only sadly in death, when the pain ceases and the soul rest. But the game still always comes to an end.

Seasoned business people sometimes have nine lives, they go from one business calamities to another, failed project after failed project. Some just have one mammoth of a project, proving impossible to navigate. They have thrown everything they have and don’t have. Money, time, energy, people, resources etc and somehow one way or another, the game always comes to an end. They either sail through and finish the project by the skin of their teeth, or the project is abandoned and they become bankrupt but the game always come to an end.

One race dominates another for years and mercilessly abuse and use the supposedly weaker race, enslaving them and discriminating against them for years or centuries. Roughshodding and tormenting, but it is just a matter of time, the table turns, the season changes, the arrogant and ignorant does not always rule. The game always comes to an end.

One family runs politics, a certain business line, music and art, religion, ministry etc and the batton is passed on from generation to generation and it looks like they will reign forever, but the game always end and a new family will take over the hem, there is always a new lad on the block, the game will always end.

The drought will come to an end, the abundance will come to an end, the wisdom will come to an end, the folly will come to an end, all is here to pass and it will start all over again. There is a time and season to all things.

Be assured, the game will surely come to an end! When it reaches breaking point, it breaks, when it reaches snapping stage, it snaps, when water reaches boiling point, it boils, at freezing point, ot freezes. We can’t end it before it’s natural ending, it will come to its end. Divorce or separation was never the bringing ot to the end, it is just the burial, the announcement of that which had already ended.

Hold tight, the game will come to an end. To all things, there is an end, don’t force it!