PROLOGUE
The 7 days of being a portrait is a journal story which has a motive of illustrating the gradual stages of acceptance.God makes us perfect and those who fail to discover themselves are enslaved with other people's judgement.They are misled by the attention they get and they strive to change for the sake of others.Light is a healing aspect in their lives.It therefore strives to bring revelation and bind them together with their sole inventor and makes them surface their true side.Their inventor;(the one who has authority to judge but doesn't)....and this rekindles the glory of the person(portrait)
However you may chose to perceive this story i hope it inspires you
DAY 1
I was hung on the shell-pink wall to shine in marvelling glory by the master of my art.This was my channel of acceptance to the world which i was about to join.The welcoming spirit given to me by my keen observers was like a gift to my portrait soul.I smiled at all who cared to make me as bold and as happy as a ho shih(warrior).My innocence was all i could account for and deep down,i had grace for my inventor.
DAY 2
I saw more people.Exhibitors from the north and the archive dwellers from the great Pacific came to seek my exsistence.I had made friends with people from all corners representing the world mostly nobles.Another happy day had gone by and the universe had been informed of my beauty.
DAY 3
My master stared at me probably thinking of how great I was and how great he would become if he held on still to me forever.The glimmer in his eye was like a ray of hope to me and soon we travelled to one of the most artistic cities in the world..Rome and the likes
DAY 4
I was in a new home with a new blend of emotions.The expertise of my art appeared to be less sophisticated. The people here judged me.They weren't as friendly as my previous observers in my original home.A strange feeling about their presence made me quiver like a nestling.Their darting eyes gazed at me queerly and made me hope for change...for the first time in my life,my perfection was doubted.I was no longer the best for the world to view.
DAY 5
I lacked attention and the thirst of affection was getting to me.I was a lonely fraying portrait.No one would look at me and if they did they would mutter a few words to my master.I was not blind.It seemed all like business to me.Though my master treasured every inch of me,he opted for the cardinal of greed;to bank in dollars and let me go.
DAY 6
It was one of those days,I had other visitors.They stared at me and tried to comprehend what i was.My master had painted me to be a Chinese warrior.A happy one for that matter,a ho shih..but what made them stare?Could it be,they doubted my earnest bravery and happiness.Their expeditious glances were devastating.Their eyes lacked satisfaction and i felt hopeless for who I had become.I opted to change who i was,but what in the heavens could i do?I was a mere portrait in a lost world of despise.
DAY 7
I was taken to a room where everyone seemed to be despised portraits were hung on a dusty rusty wall.I looked across the room and saw other portraits.The feeling of compassion weakens my nerves.They all looked better be to me.No one was there to sense my presence I even resolved to urging the presence of those who seemed to think that i was unsatisfied with me.I raised the white flag and disowned the sword of Escalaber for the feeling of bravery had departed my heart.
NOW;
I am in a box.Its dark in here and I long for even the portraits that were much better than me to see me.I am mad at my master for consoling to the altar call of greed and for giving me an identity that I should have never owned for it never lasted.All I long for now is for the lifeless grave where no one will judge or undermine me.
...but then,someone just opened the box to peep at me.Above me is a ray of light.Indeed light is good and it was then that i realised the person who's about to discover had noticed my inner value had good in it...the healing ray of light was GOD.
author;nimo ngugie
DAY 4
I was in a new home with a new blend of emotions.The expertise of my art appeared to be less sophisticated. The people here judged me.They weren't as friendly as my previous observers in my original home.A strange feeling about their presence made me quiver like a nestling.Their darting eyes gazed at me queerly and made me hope for change...for the first time in my life,my perfection was doubted.I was no longer the best for the world to view.
DAY 5
I lacked attention and the thirst of affection was getting to me.I was a lonely fraying portrait.No one would look at me and if they did they would mutter a few words to my master.I was not blind.It seemed all like business to me.Though my master treasured every inch of me,he opted for the cardinal of greed;to bank in dollars and let me go.
DAY 6
It was one of those days,I had other visitors.They stared at me and tried to comprehend what i was.My master had painted me to be a Chinese warrior.A happy one for that matter,a ho shih..but what made them stare?Could it be,they doubted my earnest bravery and happiness.Their expeditious glances were devastating.Their eyes lacked satisfaction and i felt hopeless for who I had become.I opted to change who i was,but what in the heavens could i do?I was a mere portrait in a lost world of despise.
DAY 7
I was taken to a room where everyone seemed to be despised portraits were hung on a dusty rusty wall.I looked across the room and saw other portraits.The feeling of compassion weakens my nerves.They all looked better be to me.No one was there to sense my presence I even resolved to urging the presence of those who seemed to think that i was unsatisfied with me.I raised the white flag and disowned the sword of Escalaber for the feeling of bravery had departed my heart.
NOW;
I am in a box.Its dark in here and I long for even the portraits that were much better than me to see me.I am mad at my master for consoling to the altar call of greed and for giving me an identity that I should have never owned for it never lasted.All I long for now is for the lifeless grave where no one will judge or undermine me.
...but then,someone just opened the box to peep at me.Above me is a ray of light.Indeed light is good and it was then that i realised the person who's about to discover had noticed my inner value had good in it...the healing ray of light was GOD.
author;nimo ngugie
