There was once a sleepy kingdom steeped deep within the punishing deserts of Calagari. It was ruled by a sneaky king called Snider. The kingdom was at its helm of civilisation, as two rivers snaked through its dry land creating opportunities for economic exploits. Thus its inhabitants had plenty of food and most could afford the luxuries life could offer.
Nevertheless, the kingdom was a home to some of the sly thieves. They could slither their way through barriers and strike gold within no time. To curb this menace, the king came up with stringent rules. Any thief caught was to be hanged. It was not in his flavour to inflict capital punishment, but conditions made it hard to avoid it either. Robbery had become the crying abuse in the kingdom.
Sahada was a well-known crook. He had the nerve to continue plying his trade even after knowing the mortal consequences that awaited people like him. The inhabitants knew this, but they had never caught him red handed. They could only lodge a complaint to their king, but the evidence adduced was as weak as a sorghum stem. It was hard to convict him. He had escaped several nets to arrest him, including the one set by Sudante, the king of Kandahali.
The proverbial forty days of a thief arrived, and the crafty Sahada’s mask of sainthood fell off. He was immediately dispatched to the king’s palace to be served with a dose of his own medicine. There was no drama or drumbeats at the king’s court. The court was an open space except for a standalone building that had a big, dark, scary, iron door. Witnesses narrated Sahada’s evil ingenuities and the hue and cry caused by them. After many deliberations with his council, the king called on Sahada and asked him to choose between two options of punishment. He was either to be hanged by a rope or take what was behind the big, dark, scary, iron door. This was in accordance with the customs of the people of Calagari deserts. Sahada quickly decided to die by the rope. The king motioned the hangman to come forth and start his well-paid job. As the noose was being slipped on him, Sahada asked the king, “Your majesty, what could be behind that dark, ugly door?” The magnanimous king answered, “It is interesting that every criminal who comes here end up choosing the rope instead of what is behind that door.” He paused as the noose tightened, “Behind that door is a placard with the words FREEDOM. It seems most people are scared of the unknown that they straight away take the rope.”
The roar of fear
Tigers are not only known for being solitary hunters but also for their massive body structure; making them the largest in the cat family. Tigers have an outstanding ability to paralyse their prey by instilling fear. As it charges, a tiger lets out a spine-chilling roar that is capable of making the prey stunned. It is ironical that this roar makes the prey freeze into inactivity instead of running for dear life.
That is how fear does. It stops us from moving. It stops us from making life changing decisions. Confront fear and beat it down.
“You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.”
1st Samuel 17:45