THE FINAL EIGHT HOURS....BEFORE MIDNIGHT!
THE FINAL EIGHT HOURS…BEFORE
MIDNIGHT!
I have a million
memories I can share with the world, on the amazing journey with my Big
Brother. My Brother was everything in my world, since it was through his very
eyes that got mine opened, to all the reality in my empty and infantile one,
this was the beginning…and the opening of the bigger window…..for me to peek.
My Brother forced
me to learn, even though betimes I didn’t want to do anything of the lessons,
he deemed important for me to survive in this cruel world. You see my Brother
woke up one day in his youthful world: with demands faster than his young mind
could process, and at the same time learn to apply these non-existent skills.
He leaped into adulthood, even before he had time enough to finish his youthful
race.
There was no
better moral teacher available for me to learn from, than my Brother: blood for
blood, he beat any renown teacher thru proximity and familiarity with our
struggling lives at home, this emblazoned him…as my ultimate Living Super-Hero.
Like a Shaolin kid adopted by his Master, I was in for the lessons of my life.
My Brother raised
me and did every possible groundwork, to prepare me for the hectic world ahead.
I must say, I was a good protégé hence I remained his favourite of the five brothers.
More often times than not, I always had an impeccable attitude towards my
Brother, obedience grew out of our kindred spirits. This journey was made
perfect for us, and so the long desert track begun as I learned and learned
each passing day. I was grateful and happy.
Suddenly, one day
later in life, my Brother fell ill and had to take him to hospital as I
panicked it could be serious. He been admitted three times earlier and was
discharged back home. But this time around, where I thought he’d be released
sooner than we had hoped: was not to be, as the final eight hours before
midnight Monday began to countdown.
I remember the
Saturday before his last Sunday, as we gathered around his hospital sickbed:
singing and praying fervently as a family just how my Big Brother looked
shining as he clapped and joined the chorus. I was humbled but cautiously
afraid that this might be the last time our eyes connected. The thought
lingered inside my heart as I recalled, just how his eyes were scanning every
face surrounding his sickbed: as if he wanted to wave us goodbye. He saw our
world no longer fit for him to live in: God must have showed him a more Beautiful Celestial Heartland.
The Final Eight Hours Before Midnight began with me, sitting in my car sobbing, and praying as I was
thinking about my Big Brother: I played and dedicated this song, Heartland. My
spirit seemed to be telling me: this was the final eight-hour countdown to
midnight, prepare for the worst. I saw his casket and actually attended his
funeral eight hours before my Big Brother gave up the ghost. I was mortified
and even less than shocked when his son called me in the wee hours of that
fatal Tuesday morning, to announce his passing.
The Final Eight Hours Before Midnight Prophecy was fulfilled, as my Big Brother leaped into the
Celestial Heartland where no pain exists. Bon Voyage Great Master and thank you
for the life lessons learned. I adore you. Indeed, it is now past midnight for
you in the Heartland.
Lamentation Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
© 14 November 2021
Featured Song:
Heartland
From The Album: Soul
Embrace
Smooth Jazz Artist:
Richard Elliot © 1992
A Lamentation for my departed Big Brother who raised me as a kid after our Parents passed on in my tender age. This is my life story of how my Big Brother sacrificed his life so I can have better education after he was forced to drop out of High School in order to provide for us. What he gave me is priceless and there's not enough money in the world to pay him back except to continue to live in his legacy and the posterity he left behind for me.
I am grateful to God for living inside my big Brother in order to guide me and make me a better person I am today. You would not be reading these lines today if my Beloved Brother hadn't come through for me. I wont and can never be brighter than my Brother: he is my Great Master forever.....
Rest in Power My Great Master! It is your Sunset and your Day is done...
~Fanyana Thamsanqa Gutyungwa~
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