Threads of Time and Brotherhood

They had got into a car while-bound-for-the-unknown, with scarcely any guarantee of the road ahead-three years ago. The hurricane of opinion raged round the driver-suspicions casting shadow. But with the unspooling of time, the perception was changed-the truth emerged behind the veneer.

Twelve men-wander-spirits, all of whom are bearers of skills-embark on this journey braiding into the tapestry of knowledge, skill, and friendship. Like branches of some ancient tree, their diverse paths were able to converge, resonating in the voice of Alpha Blondy: “God is like a tree with many parts.”

Others had met prior to the first step being taken; others, strangers, tried to walk the narrow rope of life. To know a man is a feat; to live with him, a trial. Despite colossus-sized odds against them, they survived instead of coexisted.

When nights were late with labor, questions were silly, and homework was heavy, the light of shared struggle would descend on them. In the tides of life—cooking, teaching, nursing, making, and dreaming—their world was being constructed.

They found what isolation could not: the strength of unity, and that nobody goes alone. They had embarked not to a place but to an epiphany: that life is experienced with open hands and open heart.