The Drama of The River 🌊

Imagine a river, content in its own course and flowing gently as if to say “Easy easy does it”. Then, all of a sudden, the drama begins. The music is silent, but the beats are deafening-loud. Like the bàtá, the conga, and the gong, blasting away erratically. All at once, altogether in disunity.

The waves of this river - once calm and seamless - now begin to rise to the tune. They rise left and right. They twist their bodies violently, as if sanity suddenly slipped off the grips of a princess, and she scurries aimlessly in her father’s court. The waves rise and fall in one accord then rise again in no accord. 

Woosh wooshh… The thing in the air ravages tranquillity once enthroned. Everything, then, subsides as though nothing had happened, but the gongs are still beating quietly at the heart of the river. The surface is clear, but the drama is still on. It’s all part of the orchestra. They are all waiting for the blaring call of the trumpet, which will solo right before the unknown.

The human mind may be way larger than the body. Physically inaccurate, but philosophically arguable.

Here’s what happened. At first, this river was flowing calmly, reflecting the skies. Then it began to grow restless. The current quickens, small ripples morphing into towering waves. The sky above darkens in the twinkling of an eye, echoing the storm brewing beneath the surface of the deep. Chaos! 

The waters crash against the rocks and bends. The banks of the river begin to erode under the relentless force of the water, bit by bit. Have you ever seen a swollen river? I don’t know how this one ends, but if by some rare grace, it finally survives the turmoil, the river will be forever changed.