I am no man, nor am I a woman. I am an ideological entity. My existence is sometimes based on beliefs, but my reality is ever present. Everybody knows me, but few people recognize me. My recognition is difficult for some, for it would mean that they have no control over their actions and lives. Some other’s who cling on to my reality are afraid of taking control, or responsibility for their actions and lives. They may be right, they may be wrong. I cannot say, for I do not praise nor do I judge. I do not advice nor do I ignore. I simply observe. I move, watch and weave in and out of the lives of several people, watching as their actions affect them and all other people around them. Actions that are spurred by emotions; love, hatred, anger, passion are just some of the emotions that guide and influence their actions. I do not understand how or why these emotions overrule their better judgments, for I have seen countless men sent to their peril just simply because they were blinded by emotions.
I watch this happen to George Kweku. A young handsome man,
ready to start a new life in a world of possibilities. Everybody watching from
his perspective could see that his future was nothing but bright.
Unfortunately, my perspective is different, what I see is different, for I have
already seen the path which his decisions and emotions would lead him to. His
emotions would lead him to make hasty decisions, one spurred by infatuation,
about a young beautiful girl. The girl gets pregnant and his life spins out of
control. The bright future is instantly covered with a swooping dark cloth of
confusion and regret. Soon he begins to suffer but in silence, for society
holds him responsible for his actions. I see George, a couple of decades later
hanging from the neck. The suffering finally became unbearable, he had given
up. In one single move he had destroyed his bright future. I see all this, yet
I say nothing to anyone, not even George with the bright future, I only watch.
