An inspired spiritual writer once wrote in the bible that all is vanity.

There is nothing permanent on the face of this earth,

All comes to pass at some point,

The sun rises, but it eventually sets,

The rains come and go,

Floods are seasonal,

And so is the drought causing blazing sun…

The winds too change direction,

Once blowing from the east and some from the North,

The Ocean swells, The Ocean recedes,

Rivers dry, and sometimes break their banks,

The harvest is rich, it is scarce sometimes none,

It snows, it flowers, it rains and washes away the dust accumulated from the sun,

It changes and changes and keeps changing…

And so are the days of our lives,

They are forever changing,

In a turmoilous tide of happenings,

Today we cry, tomorrow we laugh,

We make friends, we make enemies,

We grow, we stagnate we retard,

We love each other, we hurt each other, we amend we let go,

We carry on the burden of unforgiveness

We bleed, we plead, we mend that whish bleeds,

We carry the burdens of yesterday and forget to live today,

We get weary from tomorrows worries and let go of that which we have,

We live, we die, we leave this world for others so go through the same journeys we made.

Sometimes they make it better,

They may be happier or sadder,

Sometimes they smile more or live frowned lives,

Whatever we choose to do in the temporary situation we find ourselves in,

Is a choice we make,

To make or break,

To make it count or to make it lost,

I couldn’t agree more with Ecclesiastes,

Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher,

Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.

What does man gain by all the toil

At which he toils under the sun?

A generation goes, and a generation comes,

But the earth remains forever.

The sun rises, and the sun goes down,

And hastens[c] to the place where it rises.

The wind blows to the south

And goes around to the north;

Around and around goes the wind,

And on its circuits the wind returns.

All streams run to the sea,

But the sea is not full;

To the place where the streams flow,

There they flow again.

All things are full of weariness;

A man cannot utter it;

The eye is not satisfied with seeing,

Nor the ear filled with hearing.

What has been is what will be,

And what has been done is what will be done,

And there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there a thing of which it is said,

“See, this is new”?

It has been already

In the ages before us.

There is no remembrance of former things,

Nor will there be any remembrance

Of later things yet to be

Among those who come after.

There is a time for everything,

And a season for every activity under the heavens:

A time to be born and a time to die,

A time to plant and a time to uproot,

A time to kill and a time to heal,

A time to tear down and a time to build,

 A time to weep and a time to laugh,

A time to mourn and a time to dance,

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

A time to search and a time to give up,

A time to keep and a time to throw away,

A time to tear and a time to mend,

A time to be silent and a time to speak,

A time to love and a time to hate,

A time for war and a time for peace.

What is my message? Whatever you are going through is not permanent. No one should not take advantage of ssuch situations. If you are hurting, persevere; If you are lost, try find your way out; If its hard,smile while at it; If the winds blow strong, find a shoot to hang on to; if it threatens to drown you, find a way to keep your head up; if its shaky, stabilize your heart… If someone is there with you, thank God, if you are alone, you are never really alone, God is with u, so hang in there and find Him amidst all that is happening .

A Kiswahili saying goes ‘mpanda ngazi hushuka’ ; he who ascends a ladder must descend. Assist when you can and go your way. You won’t lose your light if you shine the candles of others, and if they shine brighter the better. You do not become less by making someone more.  Cry with those that weep, shine the path bright to a lost soul, hug true and tight to the heart broken, stop and smile at that sad person, drop a coin on a beggars tin, it doesn’t matter whose castle they are going to bring with it, whether their own or someone taking advantage of them, bring sunshine to a rainy day, make life count, for you and for someone else, but more so for someone else because in making theirs count yours too does count. Live a life that is worth. … Because all is not permanent, you never know when the shoe will be on your own foot!

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