Clamouring winds rock the skies and shake the planes that soar through the clouds. One moment we are in high places standing dignified and wear crowns of honour, but in the next, we are stricken with a rod of humbleness and understand our wicked ways. Men are taught to stay in heavy battles yet shed no tears, wear armour but feel no pain. Even though these winds persist ever so strongly, they will only seize in the soul that has learnt authentic manhood and opens the way to expressive masculinity.
© Roderick Lukenge