{"id":469,"date":"2021-10-27T13:06:06","date_gmt":"2021-10-27T13:06:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hopenyambura.com\/?p=469"},"modified":"2021-10-27T13:06:06","modified_gmt":"2021-10-27T13:06:06","slug":"into-the-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/2021\/10\/27\/into-the-light\/","title":{"rendered":"Into the light"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Today I choose you. . . today I choose the light. . . the cave that has been my living space is now a constriction. . .I want to leave it, to be re-born, to find life. My skin itches as the flood of light focuses on my tender skin. . . Skin that has abided in darkness too long, lurking within the stagnant shadows of ignorance, pride, negative pacifism . . . and fear. . . I want to roar. . . to choose violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The brightness of the sun burns, I feel like a Phoenix ready to burn to ashes . . . so that I can be reborn a new creature, firmer, newer. . . Stronger. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My skin looks wrinkly, an unhealthy cloud of ashy white clings on my melanated skin. I look like the dead. . . Initially, its uncomfortable,. . . the change,. . .however, as I continue to absorb light\u2019s strength, my skin slowly begins to sing . . . As it absorbs the power of light. . . The transformation is eclectic, multi colored beams of light erupt from my skin, . . . Light has created a luminous, multi hued layer over my skin, I rise, reborn. . . finally strong, healed and renewed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I became an incandescent creature. My hair glimmers. . .shiny, curly, healthy and the darkest shade of black. My eyes glitter, like two dazzling silver gem stones. . . they are pools of intense light grey, luminous. . .and. . . hungry?. . . My skin is a glowing chocolate brown, glowing. . .no, singing in the light. . .

Then I smile. . . and the spell is broken. . . I glimse my image reflected from the small pool of water outside the cave. My canines have grown sharper and longer, my smile is terrible. . . Predatory. . .
I quickly hide my new fangs. . . <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My legs are no better. . . they shake as I stand at the threshold of light`s presence. . .unused to the glare and majesty. . .They are shaking, mimicking the tentative movement of a newly born calf`s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slowly move towards light. . . Facinated at the change my previously gnarled hand is going through. I turn my hand slowly around to the right, then to the left. Watching as it gets plumper. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I then lift it up to my mouth, feeling up my new canines with my fingers. . . A wonder. . . My legs feel strong, so I walk out, radiant, dangerous, hopeful. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Is reality a consequence and action of the supernatural? A thing we cannot touch, or influence, . . .change or configure. . .is reality this constant, unchanging rock(majaliwa) or do we influence our reality with our attitude, actions and choices. . .might reality be fluid. . .really a thing that conforms to our own nature . . .a thing driven by our own fears, optimism, action or lack there of. . . ? I believe it is a bit of both. . . That belief will always fuel hope and faith, and hope and faith will fuel passion which in turn fuels discipline and action. . . You can do it \ud83d\ude0a you will do it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Heey<\/strong><\/em>! this is about changing our attitudes (we do this together\u263a\ufe0f) and about finding my own way. . . finding a new way to navigate this life as myself, imperfections and all( those vampy canines on the new body), <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bad will always be with you, you choose how much leeway to allow it, adopting healthier thinking and growing out of our fear<\/em><\/strong>s. Understanding that it is in knowing our value that we add value to others, being great full For progress and living to be of value. . .\u2764\ufe0f<\/strong><\/em>
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The day will come when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk<\/em> it took to blossom<\/em><\/code>~ Anais Nin<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know the truth, what I need to do. . . Deep inside me. . . I instinctively know. . . The day I will choose to ignore any other voice but that one. . . I walk out of my cave<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thank you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ruthie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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