Jimson Masigati was born in
prophecy, live in prophecy and fulfill the prophecy without even knowing it.
The prophecy was written by his ancestors almost 120 years before his birth. He
was the choosen one from the early beginning. Till when his party appointed him
to run for the presidential seat in the general election, this was the time
when Jimson sensed something strange….he noticed that the necklace he has been
putting on, in a nude there was a message he even forgot about. He took it,
read it…read it and read but never understand. He decided to work upon the
message and when he got it right he was shocked to lost his conscious.
One
night in his youngest rulling age, with only two wives chief Nkomele Masigati
had a dream. He was shocked a little when he heard a voice
“..dont be afraid chief, am your
grandpa…”
“Grandpa”?
“……Yes your grandpa Nkomele
Nkenge Masigati from whom your father inherited the kingdom to be a chief and
hand it over to you before he passed away.”
“….how come I have never heard
anything about your existence….”
“.hear or not hear about my existence doesn’t remove the truth
that I existed and am your grandpa from whom you were named after..”
“..you even don’t know the origin
of your name NKOMELE?
“.. no I don’t..”
“..now you know chief..”
“..what do you want?...why have
you came back”
“…………relax..come down and listen
to me chief, everything we do, we do for the prosperity of this kingdom, now
turn to your back and you will see numbers…these numbers hides a great
prophecy”
Chief
nkomele turned to his back and see a lot of numbers hanging like meteorites in
the sky..keep wondering the numbers..how they hang there..what kind of force
hold the numbers up not to fall to the earth and never understand. He tried to
count but failed, there were a lot of numbers and they repeated themselves more
to confuse him…. With a great voice he asked…” what do I have to do with theses
numbers then….”?
“…I told you to relax chief…. these
numbers hides a great prophecy”
“……now tell me what do I have to
do”?
“……..these numbers hides a
prophecy which holds the prosperity of this kingdom, one of your sons will have
a son who will become a ruller of the entire nation, respected and feared..what
you have to do is this…”
‘………..thats what I want to hear
..tell. me now……..”
Chief
Nkomele was anxious to know..what was the secret that he rushed his grandpa to
speak it out. He stood there waiting for a response from the man introduced to
him as his grandpa…a silence passed without any word..chief kept steering the
numbers without knowing what to do…what was the meaning and intention of those
numbers to e hanging right there.
“..what do I have to do
next?...tell me now”
“..why have you kept
quite?....why silence?...what is meaning of all these numbers?. Chief kept talking
to himself, when he turned back no body was there..he was furious that he left
out to the most important part he wished to know. He turned back again and see
no numbers..anger rose inside him, but before he did nothing…a voice of his
wife came into his ears to woke him up.
“..what?”
“..why waking me up now..at this
early time?”
“.. a son.. a prince has been
born chief”
“whaat!!!!!!!?..real?”
“yes its all true chief..your
second wife just gave birth to a boy not so long”
“…prepare for the ceremony..my first
son has been born..there must be a great ceremony”
These
were the great news to the chiefdom but a very bad news to the first wife of
the chief who had three daughters up to this time. she felt cold inside her
body..a sense of hate started to grow from the early time.. a son was born and
hate in the family was born also. The problems and disintegrations in the
family started to grow slow by slow due to the newborn child. She kept herself
away from all the activities concerned with the ceremony.
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“..listen
to me Jimson, in this world there are two things we cant replace, so you don’t
have to play with them. Life and time are the only two things that cant be
replaced, so respect them”............to be continued
