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Colours of Love

by Damilola Oguntunde

A young boy by the name Diruka, watched on as his parents were murdered in cold blood on a breezy night by the hands of the senile sect popularly known as “Zembeku”. They were fiercely feared across the Eastern Caliphate of Kalumba. The blood thirsty fanatics invaded the small town and began beheading Families who didn’t have the ancient mark of their sect on their right ear lobe. 7-year-old Diruka escaped by covering himself with a basket, just enough to size his 50-pound frame. He could literally see all that was going on through the holes of his make-shift armour. He could never forget such horrid sight that left indelible mark patches in the corridors of his memory. He watched as these heinous men gorged on the blood of his butchered parents.

He was devasted and forever wounded! Where was he to start from? A seven-year-old who had only lived a few years with his peasant parents and had no idea what life was about, had to begin his journey with perhaps the most horrifying sights designed for the most mature of men to stomach. He had no courage to leave that little basket that saved him from the fate his parents had just experienced. He would not dare lift that basket until the next morning, five hours after the incident. He was wounded, shattered and broken, nothing depicted the picture better that a 7-seven-old whose life was covered up in a tiny little basket, from where he must now see life beyond blood, horror and gloom. Was he repairable?

By morning, his bones cranked as he stretched out of the lifesaving basket. Weak, hungry and soul-wounded! The entire little town was dead silent, void of men and filled with flies and vultures… I’m sure you can imagine what they were there for. He took the remaining food left in the house as he journeyed into the unknown. All he had was a leather bag and guess what? His new companion – The Basket. He named it ChiMu… “Savior” in his dialect.
He would eventually walk for 3 days before seeing anything that looked like another settlement. By now, he was famished, hungry, tired and ready to join his parents. As he stumbled in staggered patterns, a woman who was picking mushrooms for dinner saw this little boy and simply came to the rescue. He needed no queries or enquiries, he only needed help. (I wish our hearts would be warm towards those who are in obvious need, rather than analyze their condition and excuse away our convictions to help).

She helped him home and thank goodness, her husband was twice as kind. They gave him a good bath, a hot dinner and a neat bed. No questions, just help! this couple had been married for 13 years but had no child of theirs. But who says it has to come from your womb for the relationship and love shared to be as authentic? They could have been too offended at God or every parent in town to recognize they still had love to give to a child in need. They had a heart to love with and but no child to supply, he had a void wide enough to host their love, what a match made from heaven!

They took him in as theirs and suddenly, there was a spark of energy in that little hut where they lived in Suyara village, 30KM from Kalumba. How could so much beauty come out of barrenness, deaths and being orphaned? I actually have no idea… I just know someone who pulls off things like that. Diruka would eventually lead a normal life, perhaps better than he would have, if his parents never passed.

6 years later, an ambitious politician wanted to make a statement and asked all children between 10 and 15 years of age in Suraya to come up with ideas, fully developed and get ready to present. They could collaborate with their parents, but the children had to do the presentation themselves. The best idea would be given a scholarship up until tertiary education. His parents rallied around him and they came up with a grass cutting tool made of rubber. It was faster than the regular cutlass, less strenuous to use and posed a lower risk of accidents… Of course he won the contest!

That experience sparked the creative genius in Diruka as he became addicted to innovative tweaking and tampering of everything in sight. By the time he was done with his degree program at Galpha University, the most prestigious University in the entire region, he had developed 5 innovative inventions which he patented. The most remarkable one was the invention of a car running on fuel made from cassava. The revolutionary idea compelled the biggest players in the economic space to attend the convocation, which also doubled as the presentation of his latest invention.

Here was Diruka’s speech:

“I shouldn’t be here, I had no story, I would never have become all you see today… I was this close to extinction, but somewhere out of nowhere, something came looking for me and was more determined to give me what I desperately needed, even when I was completely helpless.

We have all been taught about the 4 factors of production, and I wish I could attribute this success to any of these factors… I wish I could. All you see today was borne out of that reckless thing that found me when I was most vulnerable and protected me with all its might. It never tired at giving, it had nothing to receive from a frail little child who had only a few breaths to live… but it believed in me, it gave me, it grew me, it taught me, it changed my life! I am not this smart, but if this thing found a way around me when I was only a junkyard of gloom, doom and a repertoire of horror, and made me into a child capable of seeing beauty and giving beauty, then I determined to find my way around anything I laid my hands on… My inventions are no products of any other thing but this one thing. Ultimately, all we need is this thing, this Capital called LOVE.”

It found my parents, my parents found me and because of it, I found my passion and all you see today. We all have it in us, today I call on us to release it and let it run wild.

God bless you. God bless Wakanda! *smiles* ”

1 COR 13:13 (KJV) And now abides Faith, Hope, Love, these three; but the greatest of these is Love.

We have come to the end of the “Colour Series”. I really do hope you had a great time gleaning from the refreshing articles.

Do well to comment and share with your friends. Let me know it blessed your heart.

Have a great week ahead.

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Abisola July 30, 2018 - 10:07 am

Wow! I can’t explain how I feel right now, such love! True kindness comes from a heart of love.

If only we could express love without excuses…

God bless your heart of love sir, Thanks for sharing.

Damilola July 30, 2018 - 10:38 am

Bless God Aby. Amen. God bless your heart.

Nifemi July 30, 2018 - 10:27 am

Wow..This is great
God bless us all with that warm and loving heart. One that sees beyond ourselves.

Damilola July 30, 2018 - 10:39 am

Amen… I’m glad it blessed your heart.

Victory Osarumwense July 31, 2018 - 8:24 am

Hmm “love found me”…more grace to you Pdams.

Damilola July 31, 2018 - 11:41 am

Amen… Thanks alot dear.


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