We celebrate heroes in death and villains in life.
How true this is, you may wonder. The truth is, Jesus became a hero upon his death, so does Mary Magdalene, Mother Theresa, Ken Saro-wiwa…and the endless list goes on. This however doesn’t mean that if you are an icon, you are a villain/demon…or that after living all this years as a nonentity, you will soon become a celebrity after your death.
Demons are our mothers; mothers’ who dedicate their entire adult life looking after the family and taking care of their needs: Putting up with all sorts of insults from abusive husbands, both verbally and physically. They do it for the children, they will argue out. But which child is okay seeing their mother face slow death because of a man, and eventually die of brain tumor. Such scenes are no different from putting a lion to guard your home against the enemy, when one day the lion will turn and feed on you.
Upon death however, all mothers become heroes…that’s where I will never understand.
Martin Luther King, well, a hero of course…everyone worships him to this very day. Personally, he wasn’t. Just because the man had a dream, what makes him different? Every one of us has had a dream, even kids do dream, but what makes one a hero is executing the dream, failure to which, it remains a dream. Whatever makes MLK a hero is there uncomprehendable…
Al Bashir is the man to look out for: Not only a living hero, but a legend.
All the drug dealers and illicit alcohol brewers are exceptional heroes. I have never heard of a brewer go blind or die for taking his poisonous brew, nor any drug dealer check in to rehab. What’s important is looking after ourselves; Man for himself and God for us all.
-MJN-
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