“My son? …… A sigh! Then she stirs the stew one more time tasting it on her arm, adds some more salt and after folding her ‘leso’ together in between her legs, bends to gather some more dry firewood into the already burning ones. Then with a bright look on her face covered with a smooth wet texture of a thin dropping sweat. She continues, “there’s is nothing you can do in this earth that goes past God’s knowledge, huh! He is not a man that He be lied to. He sees past our joy and pain; even in our most hidden and secret places. There also he exists.”
Those weren’t words as sweet as chocolate for me to easily digest and swallow with a glimmering smile and a joyful spirit. Most times I only nodded in response. However, mom was never to let them untold daily to my unwilling nature to account them. Looking back! Maybe I wasn’t mature enough to have experienced and understood life lessons as this. Which she consistently insisted on me with so much emphases. Am happy at some point they made so much sense to me that I find myself worshipping them today, in my day and night undertakings and prayers.
Long! long! long! time ago…. My grandma’ would begin one of her sweet stories while roasting for us almost ripening bananas on a grilled pan placed on heat-balanced charcoal. Then she would timely serve them one by one in pieces to us after cooling them. The heat warmth, the heat-dried sweet tasting bananas, and a plus of her moral charming stories kept us visiting her almost daily.
Then moderately she would continue. “There lived a family of four.The father, mother and their two twin boys named Tom and Don. This family lived in peace and harmony taking care of each other with love and compassion. They had much of almost everything one could ask of in life. A big mansion home on a green and peaceful acre pieces of land, four beautiful and most expensive luxurious fast cars and beside the Material possession both parents had good high paying jobs. I guess you can see the picture my children? We bubble in amusement.
“Tom and Don both aged 7yrs.” With a sigh! She served each one of us with some more roasted bananas . Then came back at it again.
One day both parents agreed to do an experiment on their kids moral behaviour and Conscience. So after urging out the best way they knew to do how’ .They called both boys and sat them down. They then gave each an egg and said to them .” Go out there in our compound and find a place to hide. Where God isn’t going to see you .If you’re sure enough that He can’t see you . Break your egg. The one that comes back here as the first, having broken their egg; will be greatly rewarded. And the last one or the one that won’t break their egg won’t get any reward.”
She is now smiling at us, as she scratches off the back-burnt spots on more roasted bananas and places them on a metalic plate to cool down. Then she brushes off the ashes and the scratched pieces of dirt fallen down on her dress. I can’t help gazing at her in admiration😊.
Then she goes on. The boys then ran out as fast as their feet would carry them, each one carefully holding their egg tightly in between their locked together hands. They both headed in the direction of their thought of a secret place. Where they could feel that God might be so obstructed to see them.
Tom is now searching with so much enthusiasm, fortunately he finds a five pole-lifted-square grain store at the corner of the compound. And goes under it; this is where he always hides when sad or while playing with other kids the game of ‘hide and seek’. With a glittering happy face full of anxiety and excitement. He Quickly goes under it, hides lining on the middle pole. Checks side by side, back and front to make sure no one sees him and hurriedly uses his right foot shoe to crash his egg . Quickly Corrects the broken pieces of his egg shell as evidence and runs back into the house hoping to be the first and get himself rewarded.
Don on the other hand all the while have been going round and round their house compound. Checking under the fencing tree plants and with fear realising that God can see him there . He also heads into the generator operating room and God eye seems to be watching him there also. He then goes into the car parking garage but also feel unsafe to break his egg for also God presence felt so real there. He then thinks of the swimming pool costume changing room but getting there he couldn’t gather enough courage to break the egg for also there he knew that God was also available and watching. He then said a prayer to God and begged Him not to let him miss the reward. Because he was watching him wherever he went and so he couldn’t break his egg. Then with a lot of disappointments and dissatisfactions. Don slowly walks back to the house with his egg in shape unbroken. With no expectations of a reward or any good thing upon himself. For a moment there. I wished to have been Tom. We were all hoping to be Tom. But somehow I was empathetic for Don though.
She is now rubbing her hands together scratching away the drying dirt on her hands . Then she continues. When both Tom and Don had come into the house. The father told Tom, “our son we love you enthusiasm and courage but you failed the test. Listen son, there’s no place whether on earth, under sea, in a deep hole, in the desert or any other hidden or mysterious place that can be too dark or concealed for God to see.” “He is anywhere and everywhere” the mother added. Then the father instructed that they should all clap for Don. After the exciting clapping .The mother sayed, “wow! we are so much pleased by your knowledge and fear of God. You passed the test. You’re a good example of a true Christian.” “Am so proud of you son” the father added.
As she narrates this last piece of the story. I can assure you that it was a moving moment for all of us . We even forgot the reward Tom was to get and our wish to be him; a tear couldn’t help dropping down our cheeks. Then seeing this she gave us each a ripe banana from her basket hanged on a nail hammered on the wodden wall, to mend our smiles. We thanked her as she gave us each a good bye hug .Then we rushed out to play.
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Author: Fredrick G. Kanja