It has been a while since I updated my blog. I want to thank everyone that has been concerned and loving enough to check up on me. It is a virtual world, but once in a while, God causes great friendships to happen which go way beyond cyberspace. Thank you and God bless you-you know yourselves. I will be inconsistent with my updates for a while as I have some projects which I am working on, which is consuming a lot of my time, chief of all, being the background preparations for the public presentation of my novel, 'Burning Hurt.' Watch out for detailed information soon. Let me sign off with this allegorical piece by an unknown author, which evokes strong feelings in me as it makes me reflect on the impact of a mother's influence in the life of her children. You may not be a biological mother, but if you have some young people whom you mentor, or have influence over, then your role is similar to that of a mother's. Do not leave this earth without resolving to create an impact in the life of another person in a positive way. Cheers my friends.


The young
Mother set her feet on the path of life.

“Is the
way long?” she
asked.

And her
guide said: “Yes and the way is hard. And you will be old before you
reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.”

But the
young Mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better
than these years.

So she
played with her children, gathered flowers for them along
the way and bath with them in the clear streams. The sun shone on them, life
was good and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than
this.”

Then the
night came, and storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear
and cold, and the Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and
the children said, “O Mother, we are not afraid because you are near, no
harm can come.” And the Mother said, “This is better than the brightness of
the day, for I have taught my children courage.”

The
morning came, as they approached a hill. The children climbed and grew weary.
The Mother was weary but all the time she said to the children, “A little
patience and we are there.” So the children climbed, and when they
reached the top they said, “We could not have done it without you,
Mother.” And the Mother when she lay down at night, looked up to the stars,
and said: “This is a better day than the last, for my children have learnt fortitude in the face of hardness.
Yesterday I gave them courage .Today I have given them strength.

The next
day came strange clouds which darkened the earth-clouds of war and hate and
evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the Mother said: “Look up. Lift your eyes to the Light.” Then the children looked and
saw above the clouds an everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought
them beyond darkness. And that night the Mother said, “This is the best day
of all, for I have shown my children God.”

The days
went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the Mother grew old.
She was little and bent, but the children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their Mother; and when the way
was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they
came to a hill from which they could see a shining road and golden gates flung
wide,

And the
Mother said: “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the
end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their
children after them.” Her children answered, “You will always walk
with us mother, even when you have gone through the gates.”

Then they
stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And
they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours
is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”