There was once a dozy kingdom steeped deep within the punishing deserts of Calagari. It was ruled by a sneaky king called Snider. The domain was at its helm of civilisation, as two rivers that snaked through its dry land had created enormous possibilities of economic exploits. Consequently, its residents had plenty of food, and most could afford the indulgences life could advance.
Nevertheless, the kingdom was home to some of the unscrupulous criminals. They could slither their way through barriers and strike gold within no time. To check this menace, the king came up with stringent rules. Any thief caught was to be executed. It was not in his flavour to exact capital punishment, but circumstances made it hard to avoid it either. The robbery had become the crying abuse in the kingdom.
Sahada was a well-known crook. He had the nerve to continue plying his craft even when he knew the mortal consequences. The inhabitants knew this, but they had never caught him red-handed. They could only lodge grievances 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 the neighbouring Kandahali.
The proverbial forty days of a thief arrived, and the wily Sahada’s mask of sainthood fell off. He was speedily 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 recounted Sahada’s evil ingenuities and the hue and cry of ominous actions. 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 per the customs of the people of Calagari deserts. Sahada hurriedly decided to fall 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 unusual ability to paralyse their prey by instilling panic. As it charges, a tiger lets out a spine-chilling roar that is capable of making the prey stunned. Ironically, this roar makes the prey freeze into inactivity instead of running for dear life.
That is the colour of fear. It renders us inactive; prevents us from making life-changing decisions. Confront fear and hammer 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