
I see a beauty, parallel to none
Thescrolla
A reflection, which cannot be undone
I wait to see a face on the surface
Suffice to say, a face other than mine
But my wait is to no avail
Because the me I see, is a me without a veil
God has a plan for everyone. Often times, the frustration of failing to know who we are in Him and to believe in it sends us travelling in a path we think is best for us, only to be disappointed midway through that journey and we pause to lambast God for our own decisions. We blame Him for our failure to be intimate with Him.
God must be the most condemned fugitive in this world. Though we may not outrightly say it, our actions scream it. By our actions we treat Him as though He is one running away from our justice. We condemn Him for not being the genie that grants our every wish. We may not utter it with our lips but in our hearts we say it: God has failed me.
One of two things happen when our plans don’t work: we either come back to the mirror and see where we saw wrong, that is, the mental image we had, or we just keep walking further and further away from the mirror, caring less of what we look like.
This is a book about people who made mistakes- terrible ones. For some it was a turning point to be good, for others, it was a nightmare they could never wake up from even with eyes wide opened. However, the real question would be, what did the flaws you saw in your mirror do to you?
The Sun in the mirror highlights Keisha as the greatest sinner, now frozen in sin when she started out as a warm, innocent Christian young girl. She had childhood fantasies like everyone else only to grow up and realise she’d spent half her life living in a disguised past. Real life hit and she found herself spiralling down into self-destruction.
She got an unlikely advice from one of the friends she’d picked up from the streets and thought she’d gone crazy. Asking her to visit the beach at sun set and tell some invisible dude about what she wanted. She thought it’d be cowardly of her to ask what she really wanted but she spat it out anyway. Little did she know her little request note had flown further than she thought it would.
Going through life, without hope and being eaten up by a disease she duly welcomed, she is met by her past, her present and glimpses of a future she always hoped to have but terrified to embrace it.
This painter would be the last person you’d think of introducing sunlight to this girl. He like her, was wild perhaps even more so than her. However, he got it on with a church girl one time before she took him to church and just felt that it was all wrong. He couldn’t explain it. Didn’t the sermon have to do with the Sun of righteousness?
Well, that was his critical moment. He realised that, to get rid of the cold walls he’d suffered for in jail in his early years, he needed to get past the cold walls he had set up in himself and what can the sun do but warm the cold away. What started out as a weak attempt to know what the sun stood for would eventually leave an indelible mark both on him and the girl behind the mirror.
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