Life is fragile. Very. Especially in Africa.
Not the crazy riots in Nigeria, or Kenya last year, the current famine in Eastern Africa… Seems as if the continent is catching fire. In a way. Why is the news never good?
Because life, as beautiful as it is, is never simple, or easy. And no where is this more true than on this beautiful, tough continent.
Pensive mood has been stirred by a tragic story. Friend of mine… Cyber friend. Met sometime ago, years. Orokie, the painter.
I insist on calling him that. He is an artist. Gay and proud. Studied in Africa. Went off to complete studies in Europe. We met in cyberworld, built up a friendship. Virtual, real and unreal.
We were in contact for some time, then he dropped out of cyber. Couldn’t contact him for some time, then he popped back onto the net. He had a terrible story to tell.
After studying, he had taken off time to come home. And that journey turned into a life time nightmare. His story is here.
It is tough. Very tough.
Life is so fragile that it is pleasure to know that we are still living… The appreciation of how fragile and beautiful it is will make every drop of life worth savouring. Orokie is a young man that has been maimed and cruelly crippled in the bloom of his youth. An artist who is going blind, eyesight lost, that vision and perception of his world now turned in. Hopefully, with the resiliency of a human being, he will find someway to bless us with his gift.
Life is that unpredictable. And that beautiful.
Friend Orokie, my thoughts are with you on your journey back home, and may you still find joy in life as you did before.