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The Fist and the Scorpion: Unlocking True Umoja

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  The Thumb insisted nothing could be held down without his weight. The Index Finger swore he was the leader because he points the way. The Middle Finger looked down upon everyone because he stood tallest. The Ring Finger flaunted his jewelry, and the Little Finger claimed he alone knew the secrets whispered in dark corners. Individually, they were extraordinary. But when a heavy calabash of water was placed before them, none of them could lift it. And when a venomous scorpion crawled onto their mat, their isolated brilliance nearly got the entire arm killed. Listen to episode In our homes and communities today, we see the exact same paradox. We have never had more degrees, more personal titles, or more individual leverage. Yet when real pressure touches our collective doorstep, why does our grip slip? Why do our five gifted fingers refuse to curl inward until the poison is already in the bloodstream? What illusion of safety are we clinging to that makes us prefer being exceptional...

Till we meet again

I havent poured a libation since you left,
My tears are the testament of the sorrow that I feel, and pray they will push you threw.
These are the tears of a selfish man. For they are not for you but for the empty space left by your living this life.
But we will meet again
Your life has etched the map for me to follow to the ultimate place of rest, and i am grateful for the time we spent and i glance at the picture of you holding and now I hold your memory as tightly.
I wont and cant say goodbye, lets just part and say till we meet again....


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