By Dr Charles Leyman Kachitsa
There is something about colours that make them mysterious. Everyone who is born into the world discovers that they have to deal with different multitudes of colours and that such colours depending of culture have their own individual meanings. It is not clear at which stage we begin to recognise colours. One would say in normal circumstances it is as soon as we are ushered in into this world.
An exercise at which people are asked from which stage in their livelihood they began to see and differentiate colours, would be a futile exercise. Just as you read this piece of writing, you can not remember when that was in your childhood. Nor can you remember your reaction of the first names mentioned to you that denoted differentiation of individual colours.
As humans have advanced in their lives, so has their ability to discover different colours which means they is no any one colour in the basic colours you would have first been introduced to. For instance blue and so many variations so much that some have not yet been discovered. The variations of any one basic colour are so many that it is difficult to come up with a total sum of them.
In his quest to find out more meaning to life, man has mixed different colours and realizing he is making more new colours that never existed. Yet when all is done and all has been settled, there is the frustration of knowing that in this world there is only but one colour. Perhaps we need to continue dreaming in colour!
The quotes this week are from a book that as its author states in inviting you to read it that, ‘I invite you, dear reader, to step forward and walk with me into the fire – not to be harmed, but to be reborn. Let the tales and lessons of the Foxes on Fire fan the flames of courage and hope inside you. ……..’ I am sure that the few selected quotations from the book listed below will enlighten you to one or two life lessons. Read and enjoy:
FOXES ON FIRE by Dr Noel Maturlu
“Wild, free, slipping through the tall grass, beneath the moon with paws light on the earth, our lives ruled by nothing but the hunt, the chase, the wind against our fur. We knew nothing of the wars of men, their feuds, their vengeance, their gods. We knew only the whisper of the trees, the rustling of the undergrowth, and the scent of the night.”
“Some of us ran until we collapsed, engulfed in flame, swallowed by a fire we never deserved. Others plunged into the river seeking salvation in the cool embrace of the water, but even there, the pain clung to us, refusing to release its hold.”
“Men feast upon the flesh of the wild, never once considering the sacrifice that feeds them, that sustains their joy. Yet, in their bellies, in their bones, they carry us, our essence transformed into their strength. And just as we have fueled their bodies, so too did we fuel their justice. —– Our burning, like the beasts who fall upon the fire of a feast, brought satisfaction, not of hunger but of retribution. It ended a suffering far older than our own, a misery that had stretched across generations.”
“The flames we carried became the fire of justice. We did not seek to destroy, but through our suffering, a long-buried wrath was unleashed, a battle cry woven into the night, scorching away the roots of oppression. Our fire spread beyond our pain, beyond our fear – it became the turning point in a war we never knew existed.”
