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EPISODE 1;-
Inward peace cannot be achieved by having stable political parties ,lack of war in the nation isn't that we all have peace in every soul,it's living in harmony and enjoying bursts of mirth all around you.
All my life,I have been raised to be a misanthropic person. Being raised by oceans gave me a complete turn--around on the actual definition of peace.The only time I find some inward peace is the evening sunset at the sea oceans.On Camps Bay beach not miles far away at my home ,some noted me once that "If Durban's North Beach is the King of Beaches, Camps Bay would be the Emperor",,sure..With no more argue I remained calm as the sun sinks into the horizon as it goes down elsewhere to give light.
As I sat on the white sands with perspectives on mind about the whole sea.Just as quoted by one of my favorite Kenyan author,~Goro wa kamau that when the sun goes down , don't cry,for if you do,it will hinder you from seeing the stars. This was my life I loved the evening set-up . Drawing imaginary images from my mind into the sand and drifting it away slowy of my loose fingers.i loved the glimmer of the sun that was cast on the creeks that were wet from frequant splashes of the waves,the sun gave them them a sliverish tinge and it's sparkle was just a exemplary.
To me this was safety ,this warmth ,the view that completed me.The ocean waves that evening began to rise sending a splish--splash of seaweed to my direction.My mind was deeply lost,though my eyes were wide open.A family of crabs burrowed just beside me giving me a kingdom's company.
This was the peace I found.
"Wake up ,it's getting dark little boy; wake up
I felt a tap on my shoulder which startled me.Having slept on the shore,i rose my eyes and I could see was the statuesque of the light house at a far distance.I couldn't still recompile my thoughts of how I ended up asleep admist at the noise from the nearby house on the beach that served as a changing room during the day, for all who admired swimming but a totally different place during the night.
"Dude ,kuhlwile ,umama wakho uzokubuza yonke into",as a tall , quite brown ocean guard Smith said teasly in my mother"s language. Hurry up man you'll catch cold or give hypertension disease to your mother.Causing chills down my spine as he helped me up.As I took a short route back to where we call home ,back with wet clothes.
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EPISODE 2;-
As everyone you always get to love your siblings.My sister, Ava Adana usually told about this kind of thing we always just get to feel mostly in affection.
But I told her I have really understood the main concept or how other people define affection.But when sat with her outside our mansion near the road having our backs leaning on the house stoned wall. She began narrating her story to me as a big brother who can understand her , not actually that she couldn't get understanding with my others siblings but "no" .
"I got married when i was 20 to a man that by all accounts wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t good for me",,she began. Long story short, I was married to a loser. He didn’t necessarily do anything wrong, he just didn’t do anything at all. Now, I am not a “typical woman” if there even is such a thing. I love myself. Sure, there are things I want to improve, but I don’t have a problem with my age, or intelligence, or what my body looks like, or my personality- those things that seem to stereotypically plague women just don’t bother me for whatever reason. I have a career where I make more than enough money on my own to live comfortably. I know how to use power tools, fix my own car, and google the shit out of anything else that needs to be done. I say what I mean, and expect others to do the same, none of this passive-aggressive nonsense.
But I’m stubborn as a mule, and marriages are supposed to last, so even though I was the primary breadwinner, and did most of the things around the house, and raised my kids mostly on my own, I still spent 13 years in that worthless marriage. At the end of the day, my husband felt like I didn’t need him, because I am very capable. But he was wrong. I needed support. I needed a partner, a friend. Even someone who would see how hard I was working to just keep my head above water. I couldn’t manage EVERYTHING on my own; and I still can’t.
For some perspective at how emotionally isolated I was, I struggled with infertility for three years; I had to take tons of medications & shots that made me sick, tired, have hot flashes, body aches, and migraines for those years; not to mention the emotional drain of every month without fail seeing a single pink line on that damn stick. The emotion of going through a bulk pack of pregnancy tests, or taking photos of your cousin’s child’s first birthday (for the child they conceived after you started trying) pointing at me and smiling, "it's just… ""I said .."A lot to bear; I was very open with my struggles, because i think it helped other people too", she continued. Somehow, my husband wasn’t even aware this was a thing that i was needing support in. he had no idea. and it’s not because i didn’t tell him or directly ask him. he just was that thick and lost. he was a five year old trapped as an adult- lacking the ability to give support in that way.
And once I had kids, he was actually more of a burden than a help. I spent most of my time walking on eggshells, trying to balance being exhausted from a high-demand job, making dinner, and praying the kids (who are all-around good kids)
while my husband played games on his phone and mostly ignored them. I spent more time trying to keep them from upsetting him than anything else.
When i finally asked him to please leave, everything improved immediately. I could breathe again. I was free of so much dead weight. I was so, so happy to just not-have-him around. It was so much better, I never looked back, and I was ok on my own. Sure, I crawled in to bed every night, feeling ready to collapse at the end of the day. Kids are demanding, after all. But I was free. And I was happy,,"but much Happier for you my sister"..l concluded.
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EPISODE 3;-
I carried an old lady's shopping bags up a staircase in an underpass. She thanked me and timidly asked me to help walk her to her house. She told me she was in a rush because her husband waited to meet her whenever she went outside. As we approached, I saw a nearly blind man walking with a cane outside of the lady's house. He came up to us and took his beloved's heavy bags from me. I immediately recalled how often I was too lazy to meet my girlfriend on the way home from the supermarket or from the train station.
But it wasn't my fault ,it's that I had lost my leg when I was 19. I was dating a girl at that time and we were very much in love. After a while, she suddenly decided to move abroad, claiming that she wanted to earn some money for us. I wanted to believe her, but was convinced that she was lying. I told her we needed to break up and that it would be better for her. One month later, my doorbell rang. I took my crutches, opened the door and there she was. I didn't even manage to get a word out before she slapped me and I fell down. She kneeled down beside me, hugged me and said, "You're an idiot! I didn't run away from you. We're going to the hospital tomorrow and there's a prosthesis waiting for you. I went abroad to earn money so you'll be able to walk again - do you understand?" I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn't utter a single word - I just hugged her tightly and cried...
EPISODE 4;-
There are people who say love can move mountains. This might not be physically possible, but Dashrath Manjhi, also known as the ‘Mountain Man’, came quite close. In one day of his life, his wife fell while crossing a nearby hill and hurt herself seriously. She needed quick medical assistance, but that wasn’t possible due to the hill that isolated their small village from the next town. Tragically enough, his wife died from the serious injuries before Dashrath could do anything about it. It was the night when Dashrath Manjhi decided to carve a small path through the mountain in order to give his village easier access to medical assistance.
It was an ambitious plan and he was heavily ridiculed for it. But after working for 22 years with the greatest determination and willpower, a path was carved into the hill. Even though he was initially mocked and ridiculed for his mission to give his hometown easier access to the nearby town, he finally succeeded. His life’s work helped to reduce the distance between the two towns from 55 km to only 15 km, so that never again such a thing would happen.
EPISODE 5;-
When Gene was diagnosed with melanoma, he had only been given six weeks left to live. It was a shocking diagnosis but Gene decided to use the time he had left to make all the necessary arrangements for his wife Carol, with whom he had been married for 30 years. He cashed out his pension and used the money to pay off the house they were living in. The second step was to arrange a trip for his wife.
Carol and the rest of the family to Italy. When they visited a specific church in Venice, a priest was already waiting for the couple. It was in this church that Gene’s parents had married more than 50 years ago. At that day, Gene and Carol renewed their wedding vows and had the most beautiful day.
After Gene had died, his wife Carol discovered that he hid hundreds of Post-it notes around the entire house, shortly before he died. Throughout the course of many months, she found one note after another. The notes are beautiful and very personal statements meant to encourage Carol in this difficult time. But Gene also reminded his wife in these statements to fully enjoy every aspect of life, to sell his car and to move on with her life. It was the most heartwarming farewell gift one could ever imagine.
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