How do I speak this tale of a once bleeding heart, my dear fellow human beings on this trying and often complicated journey called life? Indeed, the unwavering affirmation of life's spiritual dimension got me through in God's loving care. Sometime, during early 2002, in Geneva, Switzerland, I got the devastating pill of race and colour based rejection plus unreciprocated love from an Argentine lady whom I've been dreaming of dating. I did my humble best to woo her so many times. But she stood her ground based on some race and colour based, heart-wrenching words she said to me.
With deep pain, one day, I woke up to a bright new morning; and realized that green pastures abound in God's creation for those of us who are willing to believe in the inherent goodness of humankind - since we are made in the image of an Infinite Heavenly Creator. To ease my chocking pain from her strings of heartless rejections of me, I wrote her the following hearty, poetic words to finally say goodbye:
A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.
Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour...". Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.
Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.
At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.
Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.
AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
Interestingly, I hand wrote the original copy of this farewell to her on a 16 feet scroll. I made the long scroll by joining papers together. And gave the scroll to her shocked self. The original copy is titled: Epitaph and is much longer than what I've posted here. Notably, I wrote the first draft of my Epitaph or Farewell to her in a Geneva, Switzerland churchyard.
Having come this far with me, kindly join me, after these seven years, in still saying this hearty farewell to her; knowing that I've been so blessed with a graceful and ever loving wife whom I call my big angel; plus an amazing daughter whom I call my little angel. Surely, I've been soothed to abiding inspiration and soulful joy in heaven's glorious garden by those whistling pines of home that grew up with me in Nbawsi. What thinkest thou?