Who is a brother or a sister? This is how far my frustrations have taken me. For close to one year now I have been asking myself who is worth calling a brother or a sister. I yet don’t know. My dictionary defines a brother as “a boy or man who has one or both of the same parents as you. : a man who is from the same group or country as you. : a male member of a religious group.” So is a sister.
Time and again I find myself disagreeing with some ideologies and gospel truths that people live by. at times I come across people who have the same stand as I while in most cases I look weird and less informed. Its just a matter of time that these very people end up agreeing with me. I often hear they say, you were right, if only I had followed your advice. I am not perfect but at least am talented enough to detect good and bad.
So, in the course of asking myself who a brother or a sister is, I made decisions. I quit groups and cut relations. Not that such steps were meant to give me answers, but I had to do that as proof that my research was eventually going to do me good. It has done me worse than denying me a chance to develop my career. Just a click of that “delete and exit” button and my life was held ransom. Yes, imprisoned by the powers and authorities of this world. By the privileges that come with holding positions and knowing people. By the very people that call themselves brothers and sisters but in the real sense are haters and traitors.
I need not talk more. It hurts. It pains to know that the very people that have been holding you dear are the very ones that are holding you hostage. They will dine and dance with you in parties yet hold midnight meetings to lay schemes on how to destroy you. They will pretend to wish you well and promise to fight for you yet fight against you. They are a true reflection of the Delilah of the bible. The very people who would deny Jesus three times without winking. The people the bible warns us against trusting. “Jeremiah 12:6 Your relatives, members of your own family– even they have betrayed you; they have raised a loud cry against you. Do not trust them, though they speak well of you.”
Yet they keep betraying us every second they live, time and again we are called upon to close our eyes and ears against their says. We are told to love them. I consider them enemies. Sheep in the clothing of a wolf. Its hard to forgive them. Yes, my bible tells me to but the human being in me does not allow that easily. That time when Luke 6: 27 “But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,” makes no sense at all. The pain gets stronger each day you meet them and they give you that hypocritical smile and “cold” hug. Yes, they have perfected their art of hypocrisy that no one wants to believe they are the forces behind your failure and stagnation in life. Devils in the making of angels.
In the midst of this I remain hopeful. The hope that one day vengeance will be upon them. I cry hard knowing that my blood will be counted upon their heads. Yes, they feel happy and great that they have denied a helpless soul a chance they so yearned for in life. An opportunity that lies bare and void. They walk feeling great. Greatness likened to that of the angel of death. Their cases are no different from murderers; they too destroy lives and brains. They are the reason souls gradually die until the body gets weary and rests. They are killers.
“Take heed, you senseless ones among the people; you fools, when will you become wise? Does He who implanted the ear not hear? Does He who formed the eye not see? Does He who disciplines nations not punish? Does He who teaches man lack knowledge?” I rest my case.