He struck the door, shouting out my name; “Adanne! Adanne! Come out of that bathroom, you have been there for long… we that have work will be late?” I could hear his wife’s voice; “it’s not like she goes anywhere, her own is to sit down and make clothes inside her house.”
Countless times we have felt weak, hindered, tied down and incapacitated, not because we cannot do a certain thing but because we simply choose to see things as difficult and challenging, as mountains that are insurmountable, adversaries that cannot be conquered, wars that cannot be won. For how long are we going to be held down by our insecurities, blinded by our limiting paradigms, knocked out by our myopic view of life?
My hustle for peace couldn’t defeat the bustle of the city. As my feet hit the innocent earth, I exhaled only to inhale dust that triggered a sneeze. Sneeze that failed the test of sound, existing noise gulped it! Embracing tightly my bag with my right hand, I walked at leisure pace, too close to the edge of the pavement that was next to nothing.