Those who were never defeated seem happy and superior, masters of a truth they never had to lift a finger to achieve.
They are always on the side of the strong. They’re like hyenas, who only eat the leavings of lions.
They teach their children: ‘Don’t get involved in conflicts, you’ll only lose. Keep your doubts to yourself and you’ll never have any problems.
If someone attacks you, don’t get offended or demean yourself by hitting back. There are more important things in life.’
In the silence of the night, they fight their imaginary battles: their unrealised dreams, the injustices to which they turned a blind eye, the moments of cowardice they managed to conceal from other people – but not from themselves – and the love that crossed their path with a sparkle in its eyes, the love God had intended for them, and which they lacked the courage to embrace.
And they promise themselves: ‘Tomorrow will be different.’
But tomorrow comes and the paralysing question surfaces in their mind: ‘What if it doesn’t work out?’
And so they do nothing.
Woe to those who were never beaten! They will never be winners in this life.
taken from MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA