A wasteman and a banker,
Find themselves at the end of the path.
Both have spent their lives,
doing what’s best; at least what they thought best.
Now here they are,
At the very end.
Did it mean anything? Was it worth it? What’s the point of any of it?
- Nawekulo Wanjugu
The questions come knocking once again upon my door, demanding entry. They want answers. Why am I here? Do I make a difference? Is there some divine purpose ( using the term divine very loosely) that I serve? I open the door, empty handed, knowing these questions are way above my pay grade. I step aside and let them in, for though I lack the answers, it’s comforting to have some company to share in the ignorance.
