SIGHTING THE SITE BEFORE CITING THE SIGHT

Observing the past, feeling the present and deducing the future. I saw the past march past me with its glory full and flowing. The exploits and achievements parading themselves on site via the monuments and relics.  Elegant moment of a show of intellectual capacity and engagement. The sight of the peak of instinct utilization amazes my brow and left my lips widely apart. Serenity and sanity sweeps the atmosphere, setting the whole world in motion of cheers. The excitement hovered hope of an excellent future into the thoughts of men. Skills and creativity nodding for development across the globe not isolating my beloved country. Giving the world the beautiful chance of evolving a better biosphere. The site was indebted of complete explanation but offered a window into antiquity through the investigative trowel of the Archaeologist. Giving the assent for the coming of the new age – the brighter days.

The excitement could not last as the feeling of the present comes heating the flesh. It catwalks and arrested nearly all the attention given to the past; stealing the ones it could not get with ease. The present with her euphoria of apparently better state than the past forgetting the kilograms of deterioration that is befalling her like a wrecking ball. She garnered courage to make a difference, affecting the thoughts and behavior of youths. Reducing core values and cultures to obscure customs- the beginning of the insanity project in the world without a proposal. The present dangles up and down roaming the streets hunting for new spheres of influence after an intensive assessment of the journey. The advancement met with a traffic warden and did no worse than stepping the pedal to a halt. The thought of an endless runway clouded her heart, hopping at a peak speed. A road sign of 500m to the end flies past, whispering “Towards the end of the present” and “The present becoming the past.” Hopping soon became walking and walking, crawling for the purchase of more time. Fading of the joy on the face of the Present became non-negotiable. The knowledge of the dreaded jumped on her, spitting on her oval face. Soon the sun begins to set, a sign of the end for the Present.

Searching and considering he heritage to preserve knowing for certain she would become the past soon. Getting over it she tries. Yet the Present cannot put the past in full oblivion. My memory cannot be void of the reality of my father’s sofa. Few years ago, the seat resting in my father’s living room was a very cosy bed, it became a mat of thorns no sooner and in future, it might become a single chair yet it will not refuse me a solo accommodation and probably end up as fuel.

Nothing is permanent, change with positive changes at a relative pace, then a successful nation comes smiling like a crescent.

 

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