DUSTY ROADS AND BLIGHTED HORIZONS!
All kinds of winds originate from and end inside the
ocean. From cool soothing breeze to devastating hurricanes, the ocean remains
the mother of all beginnings.
The cardinal direction of these winds offered no letup for the
embattled and beaten down pilgrims of age.
Seeking and exploring the world for better sunshine and
better crop harvesting.
Man’s roots and connection to the earth and ground upon which he
stands is legendary.
After all, a man’s life and resources all come from
down below the same earth.
Migration and the desire to seek greener pastures have always been
part of man. Over the years before Civilization men learned to interpret the
winds.
Following the right direction where the wind was
blowing sometimes led men into a surprise utopia of dreams!
At the worst of times, these great explorers had to go against the
winds to find their land of milk and honey!
Dusty roads and blighted horizons. Man was taken from
the belly of the earth. It’s only fair for the same earth to feed man throughout
and embrace him at death.
The difference in all your sweats and tears will stem from how you
interpret all your futile struggles and the lost time.
The great and unrelenting farmers would just wipe off the
dust from their tired faces and subdued eyes... shook themselves and pressed
forward!
Dusty roads and blighted horizons. The need for survival was always
greater than all the glaring dangers of losing your life.
The nature of these great survivors overcame all the
blights they had to go through.
Every sunset offered these pre-civilisation pioneers some moments of
reprieve and time to look back at all their day’s efforts.
The pouring of yet another rain was proof to them that
the Heavens were still on their sides. Man comes to life the moment the heavens
and the earth kiss!
Dusty roads and blighted horizons couldn’t blind their vision for
all their God given tomorrows. This was when time was worth more than gold!
Only God knows just how much I admire the stories of
these unsung ancient heroes!
Giving up was far from their pain. Bleeding all the way to the
finishing line was all that mattered.
Dusty roads and blighted horizons. It sure feels good
in my heart, to know that we’d never have tasted our Civilization without the
prize our ancestors had to pay.
All the territorial wars and wars of atrocities could not stop
these diehards of human survival.
God guaranteed our future today through their
struggles wading inside the dusty roads and blighted horizons.
Hello. I owe my being to all the men and women who shrugged off the
pain and sweats. They stood the test of time for me to see all my sunshine!
Dusty roads and blighted horizons. My Great Ancestors
in the Eastern Cape fought and gave their all and survived.
They struggled in all kinds of weather. I’d never be around today
if my great grandfathers didn’t preserve their seeds to immortalize my
existence.
The people that walked in darkness have seen a Great Light:
they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the Light
shined.
Dusty roads and blighted horizons. I owe my faith in the One and
True God to all the Prophets and the Apostles.
Without their blood I’d have never seen the Light of
Christ!
Dusty roads and blighted horizons...
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