In All His Glory
To the many who have met Manu, he can be very basic, cussy and sometimes downright rude. Yet inside this man, hides a wealth of knowing (knowing and knowledge are two different things).
For this blog, I have posted one of the papers he presented for his ‘Teaching degree’. Because of the subject he chose, and the way he wrote it, the Lecturer wouldn’t consider marking it, nor could she understand what he was saying.
ANTEDILUVIAN
The order of nature is intrinsic, the order of Man is moronic.
Born was I, with a heritage as old as time it self,
validated by matter and substantiated by space.
Inbred was I to a world of duplicity and shame, foul play to infidelity and disloyalty,
fed heavily with deceit and treachery.
However, I know that none of these were present during my own inception to life,
for gifted to one as humble as I, was the choice of free-will.
Who, but the creator himself will determine my destiny,
who but death, shall resolve my fate.
Suckled was I, by that of another, they, who had no idea of my attainments,
or of my future, that was already ordained, not by option or choice was I,
the total embodiment of myself allowed to choose the direction,
that had already been sanctioned by lore.
Mine is the annoyance of many, yet still it is my right to question that,
which be’ith untold.
Educated was I in all the glory that was before me, yet none of this edification was
mine to behold. Was I condemned in knowing, that what was, shell one day ne’er be, or
that which once was, will one day be. Be it neither of hindrance or dereliction, that I
dwell solely in the arms to being a shamed and recreant in that which is mine to
behold, mine to uplift, and mine to restore.
Unaccompanied am I, to linger in death, that which be mine to determine,
or yours to up heave.
If your turn was next would you be ready?
Unaccompanied am I, in sigt, for mine is insight of bewilderment, insight of
befuddlement, insight of heresy, if wonderment were mine to behold, were would it
lie? Would it then be right to say that, I of the knowing, who being lead by the known,
will one day know the difference betwixt the twain?
For untold by the many, is that which is confusing by the majority,
and completed by they, who just do.
Lonely am I, in a world that is not of my upbringing, nor of my acceptance. For I was
lead to believe that the world we live in, is the right one for us to be in, this may be
true, but the world that was denied me, is the world that I desire most, I do not want to
be just in, or a part of,
I want to belong, I want to be there, I need to be there, for may be, just may be, it is
what I have lost, my identity, my people, the greatest gift that I have ever found and
yearned for most of my life.
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