How many are we? Well that’s a tough question to ask because, see, we are so many but at the same time we are one. Does that make sense? We are the best definition of the story of the little wave; ever heard it?
Well there was this little wave in the middle of the ocean just chilling and enjoying itself. As time went by, it realized that it was getting closer and closer to the beach, and all the waves in front of it were crashing against the shore. The little wave started panicking, and getting agitated. The wave behind it noticed the agitation and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Well can’t you see what’s happening? Can’t you see that we are all going to crash and become nothing? Isn’t that terrible?”
The second wave replied, “No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave; you’re a part of the ocean.”
Who are we? This conversation is getting very tricky but I do hope you catch my drift.
Well, to be honest we are a many-headed creature with just one body. Some of us are tall, dark, and dread-locked; some of us are short, light and still dread-locked. Some of us are family by blood, others are family by Christ; some of us carry our smiles on our sleeves, others sit silently in the corner, wearing our smiles in our hearts. Most of us undoubtedly love barking orders, while the rest of us comfort each other’s sorrows away. We are all each other’s “beaus” without discrimination. It’s all a game of acceptance and helping hands, just like a child playing a piano piece in front of a large audience, and the nervousness makes him blunder and trip on the keys. Then his dad runs on stage and sits behind the child and lends a helping hand; the duet sounds literally like music to everyone’s ears. That is who we are; a couple of different and imperfect people, warming up a cold and imperfect world together; one person at a time.
Why do we do what we do? That’s a really tough one. Maybe because sometimes this world is a cold, dark place with faceless strangers bumping into each other on the streets; or that roommate you laugh with every so often will be crying alone five minutes later. Perhaps because there’s a candle in each one of us just waiting for the right match-stick to light up a whole room; or because we all need to know that someone out there actually cares about strangers. We want to let you know that not everyone who smiles at you wants what you can give, like that chocolate peeping from your bag. We want to let you know that acceptance is not something you earn, but something you deserve, if not from those closest to you then even from complete strangers.
That’s what Camp Winning Ways is: a haven of acceptance. Something that I define as any place where someone can call home and be who they are without fearing the wrath of judgment.
Author: Martie Mtange | Date Created2016-03-23 01:26:17 | Comments: 1