Roads should connect to roads. Waterways and Airways are also roads.

No matter how beautiful the road, erecting a building on its way will be a source of resistance.

Those that erect buildings on the path of roads, do so for power.

Power always births resistance.

Roads are to be left free and connected to each other, not checked by destinations, ends and desires.

Humans are roads.

The source of our suffering is in wanting to have a destination, an end or a desire.

– Osasu Oviawe

When I was younger, part of my responsibilities was to fetch water from a well for use at home.

Everybody went to the well with their pail and rope. If you arrived without your own pail and rope, you were taking a big risk, because even though there was a pail attached to the well, it was almost always either damaged or in use.

But having a pail and rope was not enough, you must know the depth of the well to determine the length of the rope required. Your fetching pail and rope must be designed to reach the lowest depths, without you falling in while trying to reach it. There was a skill to throwing in the fetching pail, so as to draw water quickly, and a skill to hold the rope and make sure you do not lose your rope and fetching pail. Thankfully, there was also a skill to retrieve a lost rope and fetching pail using another fetching pail.

As much as possible the size of the fetching pail must be large enough to reduce your number of draws, but delicately balanced with your ability to draw it out.

I became so skilled at fetching water from the well, that people would beg me to help them out. Sadly and thankfully, that skill has not served me in my later life.

But I am not writing this because of my water fetching skills from wells. I am writing this because I recalled a dream I once had about fetching water, a dream that felt like God speaking to me.

In the dream I was fetching water and turning into buckets and people were leaving with the buckets, and as the well dried up, every full pail of water i fetched had some sand in it. So I carefully turned the water in the bucket and poured out the leftover sedimented mixture of water and sand in the pail on the floor. In that dream I was told that was what judgment day would be like. There will be a fetching of the good (water) from the earth and when the well is almost empty, some bad (sand) will also be fetched. But the bad will not get into a bucket (heaven), they will be turned out on the floor to be trampled on. Sadly, some of the good will go with them, because they have chosen to be indistinguishable from the bad.

I woke up, thought about this dream for some time and then I forgot it. Today I remembered it and decided to chronicle it for posterity.

– Osasu Oviawe