Life is filled with indeterminables.
As a tot you saw things through the infantile lenses of innocence. It’s not everyone who looked into your cherubic face that loved your chubby dimples. Some would have questioned why your birth came. Some would have loved to wear God’s garments and assumed his throne. That way they would have truncated the race of your daddy’s sperm as it swam with ferocious audacity to meet mum’s egg.
But they are not God, so your gestation took place and you came. They can only smile with a dimwitted poise. As you grew you began to realize that humans cast themselves into different molds – the good, the bad and the ugly.
Even if your parents were daredevil robbers, in their brief moments of ‘sanity’, they would advise you to follow good. To them, the good were those who served your best interests in life, no matter the side the pendulum swung to. It seems pernicious why things happen the way they do. Many times, it beats one’s reasoning. That’s why it’s life.
Why should it be that the brother Abel had was Cain? It should not have been. Abel had a loving spirit. Why should he have a wicked brother? How could a man as divine as Jesus was have a friend in the person of Judas? Sometimes the friend Jesus has is Judas! How could a Samson, imbued with so much mortal strength, have a sweetheart in the person of Delilah? Absolutely lugubrious.
The stab inflicted by family can sear the bonds of fatherhood. It seems pretty awful how betrayal finds a welcoming ambience in the hearts of family. It’s preposterous, at the least. Family is beyond the ties of blood. It comprises concentric circles that rope in blood brothers, colleagues and fraternal blokes.
But how could a wife so loved gang up to gouge the eyes of her own hubby? Couldn’t she have considered Samson’s concupiscence? That’s why folks ought to be careful when choosing a life partner. It’s serious business, else you wake up in darkness. Choosing a life partner isn’t something that should be done after the satisfying grunts of sexual ecstasy. It blinds your eyes to reality. Ask brother Samson.
There are other variants too. And many ladies are groaning excruciatingly because of their lovers. It’s painful. How could he lie with me, receive a million volts of pure warmth and ecstasy, yet share them with other treacherous feminine laps? How could he tap luscious folds of your hips and lips, yet kiss hundreds of other lips and coil up in pretense?
Plunged into darkness by Delilah’s gang, robbed of the allure of scintillating earthly beauty, Samson groaned in agony. What’s a man without vision – spiritual and earthly? Samson chose to die in the company of his betrayers. He decimated them all.
Be careful of those whom you allow to step their feet into the lucid waters of your destiny. Be wise!