Whispering Pain

David decided to pay his family a visit. He visited them once a during his annual leave. He normally requested for vacation during the month of August when children were around. This was June.This time, his boss ordered him to proceed on a compulsory leave with immediate effect . He wondered why. He had no choice . He took the opportunity to spend quality time together and reconnect with his children. The nature of his job made it necessary to shield his family from his official life. He was a no nonsence policeman. He disliked his job but it paid the bills. At times, he was at logger head with his rogue colleague. He knew the bad subordinate but could not tell who the bad bosses were. His job was to obey their orders. There were times he would be instructed to hands off a case he was do close to nailing.

His phone rang. It was the economic and Financial crime commission. He was being investigated for a diverting fund.He was forced to end his vacation prematuredly. He went to the commission and was presented with an arrest warrant. He was presented with series of documents with his signature endorsing transfer of fund. Dave was neither the head of his unit nor in a account unit.

There is only one explanation. He has been set up and some of his bossess were part of it. The evidence against him was strong. It took a powerful lawyer to minimize the jail term. He was convicted for five years.

In prison, he met a prison warder and they became friends. The prison warder doubles as a part time blogger. Just then, a thought entered his mind. He requested for a book and a pen . He wrote down every memory he could remember. At times, he would write a letter to specific person telling them how he felt. Other times he would write a song or a poem. He made his friend promise to publish them If he never made it out of prison alive. His write up made it easier to cope with horrible prison experience. He would write down his prison experience.

He didn’t know when five years elapsed. He was released. The prison warder gave him a mobile phone with a registered sim card. Dave realized the money was really helpful. His bank account were liquidated.No organization wants to employ an ex- convict. A convicted civil servant is not entitled to his gratuity and pension .His houses were taking away from him. All he had were his piece of writing. He would only go back to his family once he had gone back to his feet. He stayed in the community where no one recognized him doing menial job and sleeping in uncompleted building. As he walked one day, he noticed a music studio. He summoned courage and went in. He sang one of the songs he wrote in prison. An upcoming artist loved it and requested to pay him for the track. The song became one of the hit tracks in the album. David became his ghost writer. His phone rang. It was the prison warder. She has managed to convince a publishing firm to publish the book only If Dave would include her name as a co author. She had modified the work. That was the begining of a lucrative writing career .

David began to understand that his life has been converging for decades. Writing was what he was born to do. His soul has been whispering to him to write. He was busy in life activities that he failed to listen. It was during the period of incarceration, shut out from world activity did he listen to his heart whispers.He listened the hard way

Like Dave, many of us are on the wrong path of our career. We do not derive Joy from what we do. We do it to pay the bill. We need an event to disrupt our routine. The Covid 19 pandemic has provided the necessary shift. This is not a time to wail and blame God. It is an opportunity to take the leap. The opportunity could come in form of a message, or an activity a closed one is doing and we are invited to join. We get excited by the mere thought of it. The feeling is the guage.When we begin, assistance would come from unimaginable source. We will have the inspiration, motivation, courage and strength to overcome.