They say that a butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon causes a tornado elsewhere. What happens if the tornado comes back to the Amazon. Ideas move mountains and intention fuels them like a secret sauce. Jewels are jewels because we place importance to them and she was a jewel nonetheless because of an aura that was unexplainable. Her existence was effortless.
I guess I now understand why they say war must stay in the hearts of old men and not imposed on the youth to fight their battles for them. The fight was the age old modernisation or stick to the ways of old. My jewel was always elusive about her choice to go through initiation and become a woman in the eyes of the tribe. She would not be alone is choosing to go the other way. Jacinta had years ago refused the ways of the tribe and gone on to marry an understanding man.
Jacinta however soon became the cautionary tale for the tribe and its old men had waited like thieves in the night waiting for their opportunity to strike and strike they did. Jacinta was with child and when the child came, so did the tribe. She came out both a mother and a woman of the tribe that day. She lived but at what price? My Jewel like the rest had watched, listened and learned from that and sought to evade the impending but her price was heavy. She did not make it out alive.
The tribe was at an impasse. Jacinta would not let it go. With my Jewel’s blood still warm in the ground, she was on war path to let the world know that what we held near and dear to our hearts was in its twilight years. The time had been cruel to it and it’s legacy was of pain and death. We knew one thing for the sure then, that the papyrus reed that doesn’t bend to let the wind pass will eventually snap and break. My Jewel had snapped and broken and I look around see the faces of my own and tell myself that they I’ll bend to let the wind pass. I refuse to stick my head in the sand as my Jewel’s guardians had done and literally rammed their intentions to the very bottom of her throat that she felt the only way was I comply. Maybe we should have listened to Jacinta then, she was onto something.
