Life’s journey

The trickster and his 99 days Part 10

The Day of Triumph


Junior’s heart had barely recuperated when he got news that Big his brother was heading his way with four hundred men. His heart sank at the news. His heart beat racing a thousand miles per second. Soon to burst within him; anytime from now and pieces of his heart would gag him.

How much of this trauma can any human bear? Who looses his family and all his life’s possessions in one day? Who runs for his life with his twin brother in pursuit? It only had to him – Junior!

It was time to pay his debts. The music was here and so was his funeral. Time to pay back what was stolen. Junior was distraught. He split his family into groups, and sent each batch of caravan ahead of the other so that one group had room to escape if the other was attacked.

It was the final trick left in his hat. The last joker card. Junior was done. And for all the tricks left in the world that could possible come to his aid, Junior knew that Big could avenge the stolen birthright in one breath. He knew he could loose all he had with one snap of the finger. This time he admitted to the fact that his heart couldn’t take it. He had come to the end of himself. He had come to the end of the road called trickster. It was time to cry for help.

So alone and afraid, dejected and burdened. Junior cried out to the Samaritan who accompanies us all on our journeys. The one who comes in when you shut out the rest of the world. The one who always knows what you should do when you get to that bridge.

“I am unworthy of all the kindness and faithfulness you have shown me…save me I pray, from the hand of my brother…”

And when God showed up that night, Junior clung to him and wrestled with him, refusing to let him go until he blessed him. Until he rescued him from the fury of his twin brother Big.

That night would be the longest night of his life. A night when the deed that was done, but couldn’t be undone, was forgiven. The night of crossroads where the errors of the past were pardoned. A night when what was lost was restored. And even though Junior emerged limping on one foot, it wasn’t because he had been defeated, rather it was because he had triumphed over his fears and conquered.

Limping but reassured, Junior stepped out of the darkness into the light and into the waiting arms of his twin brother Big. The feud was settled. Fear had given way for love and even though destinies prevailed, forgiveness also prevailed.

Life isn’t only about the journey; it is also about our lives. How we are changing and who we are becoming. What we don’t let go and what we forgive. Ultimately it is about the unseen escort that comes along with us, uninvited but always present; the Good Samaritan. How much of our attention we give him is what majorly determines our outcomes.

Junior and Big will many days later, bury their old father. The twins and their families both grew into two great nations. Junior’s however would become one of the greatest and most blessed people on the face of the earth.


The End.

The trickster and his 99 days Part 9

The emerging man

The last couple of days had been hell on earth. The fear of losing his wives and kids to a wounded father-in-law. He had pursued them many miles after he heard they’d left without saying goodbye.

Junior’s heart split in two for he was terrified that in one night he was going to lose everything that had come to be the only thing that mattered in his life. As the lamented to his uncle, he prayed silently that the angered father and grandfather would be kind and not repay wrong with wrong.

So they settled. It was settled. The women kissed their father goodbye and he in turn kissed his grandchildren goodbye. And Junior’s heart softened with gratitude for being rescued from a cruel separation that could have maimed him for life.

His heart ached from the trauma, from wrestling his fears. He could literally feel the cuts closing up within him as peace returned to him. How did he become this person? Who is this person he is becoming? Junior wondered to himself.

Life’s bends and turns are not just bends and turns. They are the gentle winds or fierce blinding storms bearing just enough grains sufficient to smooth our rough edges and make us like the smooth pebble stones in the desert. So whilst we go on our journeys, we are changing and rarely do we realize that we truly are changing.

The trickster and his 99 days Part 8

 The Funeral Song


The tides have changed. The winds are blowing in opposite direction and Junior is being pulled into a whirlwind. The grounds are about to give beneath him. There’s going to be a landslide. And of all the elements being conjured none is in his power to control.

Junior had another dream and in it God said to him… it is time to go back home. So Junior said to his wives; “Rumors are going around that your father is plotting against me. You both know how he has cheated me over and over all these years and ten times he has changed my wages. In spite of it all God has blessed me and has made me very wealthy. God has avenged me by making me wealthier than him. Now God is leading me back to my father’s house.”

Junior had the support of his wives, Leila and Ruby. They were his comrades. They were willing to go with him, even to the ends of the earth.

Twenty long years have come and gone and the young lad who took off from home has grown to become a man. Married to two women, blessed with eleven lads and a girl. It was more than he could ask for. Much more than he bargained for. In spite of his cunningness, his life has managed to travel down a winding road and half the time even though he wanted so much to be in control he couldn’t boast that he had done it all by himself.

He has watched with his eyes how his life has turned out and how that the choices he had made had spewed a handful of outcomes. He also could not deny that in the midst of it all, he really hadn’t been alone. Even when he too was tricked and swindled. Even when he was treated badly by his uncle and father-in-law. He felt the promises of God accompany him to ease off the burden and repercussion of his choices.

Junior is somewhat sober; a strong conviction floods his heart. “He promised he would be with me. He didn’t fail.” Now he must head back home. He should be glad. He should be happy. He has wealth and a large prosperous family. Homecoming should be joyous!

Instead Junior’s heart is troubled by the stirring of a sleeping giant. He must return to his aged father and wounded brother. He must face his demons. He must face the music. How could he look it all again in the face? How does one move to the tone of music that sounds like ones funeral dirge?