painful and I want to forget everything that has happened. Whenever I see any one that’s in my past, I remember the hurt and my sin mistake. I don’t want it. I don’t like it. Please understand and forgive me. I will show you the way to the road but promise me one thing…” Alright, what is it? I then ask with my whole heart. “Remember me always in your prayers.” Hugging him with tears in my eyes I said, yes I will.”
It’s now late in the afternoon and we postponed going to the road until tomorrow. We ate and we talk and rest and sleep. You can hear the crickets’ sound all around the house. “tuko”. Tuko. That’s the lizard’s sound, which seems near our hut but in reality it’s a bit far away from us. Swoosh, a gentle cold breeze going in the hut. I can’t sleep. I just lay down and can’t get my mind to quiet down. I’m excited but at the same time afraid. I’m thrilled to go home. Eager because I have missed my family, the people I love and of course the comfort of the urban life. But at the same time I feel fear, fear of starting all over again. Fear of the people rejecting me. Shame that they will always talk about me behind my back and thinking of it, mostly fear of not accepting me who I am, including the major mistakes that I have made. “Oh well” I said to myself. I will go home and will not mind the negative things. But I will go on, move on and move forward. Little by little I fell into a sweet sleep provoke by the cool breeze and also the lightness of heart I’m feeling.
It’s still dark when the ermitanyo waked buddy and me up. We ate our breakfast and as the sun rises, we’re on the trail walking the mountains. What a beautiful sight! Always the mist going up as the sun shines and you can smell the fresh nature, the grass, the plants and you can sense movement for the bushes and trees and sounds from the day animals. Wow! How great is God’s art! Along the trail, we’re all silent but you can be aware that my two companions surely don’t want me to go. They let me because they understand me and we appreciate each other. At last! The old man pointed me the road. As we step on it, he gave me a tight hug so with buddy, and tears began to flow from our eyes. “Don’t forget your promise ha.” He said as he wiped his eyes. “What promise?” I retorted. He looked at me about to get angry and I quickly said, “Just kidding you man. Yes, I’ll pray for you and also buddy.” We said our goodbyes after ermitanyo gave me directions and I began to walk and they slowly disappeared from my eyes and completely gone from the bushes and trees. Strolling, the memory of the old men that I got acquainted from this journey came back. They really gave me an insight about life. Understanding that people are different and that some go on and some are defeated by failures. One thing is for sure people fail. They sin and make mistakes. Not only slight but others major ones. That people get disappointed and tend to reject others that gravely or somewhat in a little way wronged them. That people rejects or accepts and that they also forgives but not forget or forget but also forgives. As I throttle along, I came to an old gasoline station with a modest model and a restaurant and guess what, a telephone. The farmer owner gladly welcomed me even though I’m a vagabond with no money. He asks me to sit and ask my name but I was silent. He called his wife and instructed him to go and get a soup and his little son gave it to me and handed me a piece of bread.
“Eat!” He said.
“I love too but I don’t have any money to pay for it.”
“It’s free. It’s on the house. Go ion now. Don’t let me feed you. “ He jokingly said.
I ate it and what a relief the soup is. Although the weather is a bit hot, the soup’s warmth in my stomach made me feel good. The bread gave me strength. I can feel my strength is returning slowly and surely.
It’s now late in the afternoon and we postponed going to the road until tomorrow. We ate and we talk and rest and sleep. You can hear the crickets’ sound all around the house. “tuko”. Tuko. That’s the lizard’s sound, which seems near our hut but in reality it’s a bit far away from us. Swoosh, a gentle cold breeze going in the hut. I can’t sleep. I just lay down and can’t get my mind to quiet down. I’m excited but at the same time afraid. I’m thrilled to go home. Eager because I have missed my family, the people I love and of course the comfort of the urban life. But at the same time I feel fear, fear of starting all over again. Fear of the people rejecting me. Shame that they will always talk about me behind my back and thinking of it, mostly fear of not accepting me who I am, including the major mistakes that I have made. “Oh well” I said to myself. I will go home and will not mind the negative things. But I will go on, move on and move forward. Little by little I fell into a sweet sleep provoke by the cool breeze and also the lightness of heart I’m feeling.
It’s still dark when the ermitanyo waked buddy and me up. We ate our breakfast and as the sun rises, we’re on the trail walking the mountains. What a beautiful sight! Always the mist going up as the sun shines and you can smell the fresh nature, the grass, the plants and you can sense movement for the bushes and trees and sounds from the day animals. Wow! How great is God’s art! Along the trail, we’re all silent but you can be aware that my two companions surely don’t want me to go. They let me because they understand me and we appreciate each other. At last! The old man pointed me the road. As we step on it, he gave me a tight hug so with buddy, and tears began to flow from our eyes. “Don’t forget your promise ha.” He said as he wiped his eyes. “What promise?” I retorted. He looked at me about to get angry and I quickly said, “Just kidding you man. Yes, I’ll pray for you and also buddy.” We said our goodbyes after ermitanyo gave me directions and I began to walk and they slowly disappeared from my eyes and completely gone from the bushes and trees. Strolling, the memory of the old men that I got acquainted from this journey came back. They really gave me an insight about life. Understanding that people are different and that some go on and some are defeated by failures. One thing is for sure people fail. They sin and make mistakes. Not only slight but others major ones. That people get disappointed and tend to reject others that gravely or somewhat in a little way wronged them. That people rejects or accepts and that they also forgives but not forget or forget but also forgives. As I throttle along, I came to an old gasoline station with a modest model and a restaurant and guess what, a telephone. The farmer owner gladly welcomed me even though I’m a vagabond with no money. He asks me to sit and ask my name but I was silent. He called his wife and instructed him to go and get a soup and his little son gave it to me and handed me a piece of bread.
“Eat!” He said.
“I love too but I don’t have any money to pay for it.”
“It’s free. It’s on the house. Go ion now. Don’t let me feed you. “ He jokingly said.
I ate it and what a relief the soup is. Although the weather is a bit hot, the soup’s warmth in my stomach made me feel good. The bread gave me strength. I can feel my strength is returning slowly and surely.
