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Witnesses of the visitor

May 31, 2023
Bantu Chk
Core Spirit member since Aug 12, 2021
Reading time 3 min.

Once upon a time in a small village nestled among sprawling forests, there lived a man whose spirit burned bright with an insatiable thirst for life's experiences. His name was Mhambi, a rugged soul with weathered hands and a heart that yearned for adventure.
Mhambi roamed far and wide, venturing deep into the woods, guided by an unyielding desire to gather firewood from every tree that stood in his path. With each step, he sought out different kinds of wood, big and small, recognizing the unique qualities they possessed. Oak, sturdy and reliable, symbolized strength and resilience. Pine, with its aromatic scent, evoked a sense of serenity and peace. Birch, delicate and smooth, represented purity and grace. And so, Mhambi tirelessly collected these diverse pieces, understanding that their amalgamation would lead to something extraordinary.
Returning to his humble abode, Mhambi meticulously stacked the wood, layer upon layer, until a towering pile stood before him. He marveled at the amalgamation of shapes, sizes, and textures. He saw in this grand stack of firewood a reflection of his own existence—a life lived to gather the myriad experiences that enriched his soul.
As twilight embraced the sky, Mhambi struck a match, gently igniting the bottommost piece of wood. The flame danced and crackled, casting a warm glow that illuminated his weary yet contented face. With each addition of wood to the fire, the blaze grew in intensity, illuminating the night and bringing forth a brilliance that rivalled the stars.
In the flickering light, Mhambi saw his life unfold before him. The firewood represented the countless experiences he had accumulated throughout his journey—a tapestry woven with triumphs and tribulations, joys and sorrows, friendships and solitude. Each piece played a vital role in shaping the man he had become, and now, in this moment of revelation, he understood the significance of it all.
As the fire roared and sparks ascended into the heavens, Mhambi saw his mortality transcended. The flames became a metaphor for his immortality, for the memories and legacies he would leave behind. Just as the fire consumed the wood, transforming it into ethereal embers, so too would his spirit continue to burn brightly, even after his time on Earth had passed.
Mhambi's tale serves as a testament to a life well lived, a life dedicated to gathering the diverse experiences that enrich the human spirit. Just as he gathered firewood from the forests, we, too, must gather the moments that define us, that shape our very being. For it is through the accumulation of these experiences that we ignite the fire of our own immortality—a spark that continues to illuminate the world long after we have departed.
So let us be like Mhambi(Visitor), valiant seekers of life's richness, embracing every opportunity and savoring every encounter. Let us gather our own firewood, piece by piece, until the time comes to ignite our own grandest fire—a testament to a life lived to the fullest, casting a radiant glow upon the tapestry of human existence.

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