How Was Your Night; What Did You See… What Did You Hear?

 

Darling, how was your night?

what did you see, what did you hear?...

--Lyrics by Lawrence Oyor

 

The above lines are cut from the popular lyrics of a song by Lawrence Oyor, a Nigerian Gospel musician. The song does a mimicking of lovers on early morning call, – man envisaging hope via the expected positive dreams of the woman, thereby assuring her it’s all going to be well with her in life and their future together, especially by Spiritual revelation. What the melodious message actually emphasizes is that whatever you saw or heard at the juvenile moments of your life can be a lot of determinants to what you become or what becomes of you. 

In the same light, what you see in reality in time present doesn’t always have to be what you have seen, while what you have heard about your life in past times may not necessarily be what you are now; no one promises you the constancy of expectations and reality. But one thing that you can always see and hear is just what you want to keep at sight or in your hearing.

Just imagine (for instance) that the leprous men, who finally crawled to the palace; through the camp of the enemy to discover there is a lot of free goodies under sheer abandon; waited in hunger and all they heard were the sounds of scary guns and blare, or all they saw were themselves amidst a mob in blood and bruises… they'd not only die in hunger, even the prophetic promises for a whole generation and people may never come to pass at the expected time. Well, these men also saw that there could be hope (even when there was none). And they chose to hear their own voices: 

 Now there were four men with leprosy[h] at the entrance of the city gate. They said to each other, “Why stay here until we die?  If we say, ‘We’ll go into the city’—the famine is there, and we will die. And if we stay here, we will die. So let’s go over to the camp of the Arameans and surrender. If they spare us, we live; if they kill us, then we die.

(2 Kings7:3-4) 

Too many times, you’d never see or hear what life means for you to see or to hear, when you remain pessimistic about the now or the tomorrow, or you dwell in the coven of what you have heard in your dark days.

In the dreams, and under various illusions or disillusionment of life that could be compared to night; where multitude of things can write the narratives; including your fear or your ecstasy; you do not always stand to see or hear that which you really should. BUT YOUR OWN HANDS CAN HOLD YOUR OWN PEN IN THE REALITY, AND YOU CAN (W)RIGHTE YOUR FUTURE NOW!

 

Lovely, how is your day,

Choose what you see,

Choose what you hear…