….. CNN is streaming into the room about stuff we have little control over, and am diligently digging into my Ugali*.
“Wasn’t Samson’s eyes gouged out in Gaza?” Mum chips in and i re-focus. Beaming ominously,on a low resolution camera, images from Gaza…man records brother death,the running footnotes read.
mum?details? how could she know that and i don’t? my eyes widened, mind flipped open, challenged.
i must admit that…even as i dug the good book for a better preview…it was mainly fueled by skepticism. Sorry ma’…but besides my doubts, i discovered some things.
you know the story…most of you does(?) but hear, hear, hear me out on this.
Samson! Son of Manaoh, from the tribe of Dan…born of a former-barren unnamed woman…obsessed with the kisses and caresses of the enemy daughters’…i consider him a hero, a tragic hero,like say, Oedipus. Oedipus the King.
From Judges 13, this life story rolls on…and before i sink his mother further into oblivion…like her husband and the Angel of the Lord, let me quote for you a little evidence of the apparent chauvinism that overrode in these times.
(KJV) Judges 13: 3 “…And the angel of the LORD appeared unto the woman, and said unto her, Behold now, thou art barren, and bearest not: but thou shalt conceive, and bear a son.”
But Manoah, the soon-to-be dad…thinks his ‘woman‘ is insane and calls upon the Lord for another sign…
9 “And God hearkened to the voice of Manoah…”
J’dges 13: 13 “And the angel of the LORD said unto Manoah, Of all that I said unto the woman let her beware…” The angel of the Lord further sunk her into obscurity of history, she who was to give birth to the strongest man to have lived in Israel…their savior and liberator.
The other thing that amused me about Samson, a ‘liberated free soul’…was his ‘poetic inclination’.
Though we can’t calibrate it on the ‘Shakespearean scale’…he was expressive and captured his emotions precisely, giving ambiguity a wide berth. Mostly, it showed up in times of turmoil.
On his way to a town called Timnah, to betroth his first love, a woman ‘who had pleased him well’ against his parents wishes, he kills a lion (Judges 14:5)…and what better way of keeping this heroic secret (Judges 14:6), than by encrypting it in a riddle at his wedding?
“Put forth your riddle, that we may hear it!” over a bet (Judges 14:13)… the sons of Timnah, eager to hear and win, urged him on.
Here, i prefer my NIV version Bible that reads like:
“Out of the eater, something to eat;
Out of the strong, something sweet‘ (Judges 14:14)
Three days were to elaspe and with no clear answer, the sons of Timnah pushed the bride to seduce the answer from him ‘or did she bring this man to rob from us?’ You know what transpired, after she ‘vexed him to death…and thus, he burst:
If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle. Judges 14:18 (KJV)
Brethren, there is something i think you should note here…after this bet went against him.
“…he went down to Ashkelon, and slew thirty men of them, and took their spoil, and gave change of garments unto them which expounded the riddle. ” Judges 14:19
It’s this same Ashkelon that appears in Zephaniah 2:4
Zeph. 2:4 (KJV) “For Gaza shall be forsaken,
And Ashkelon desolate;…”
the stripper of Gaza
Maybe this is where i should chip in what attracted most to this page: the stripper of Gaza. It’s true there was one…only then, they called them ‘harlots’ not ho’z…
Then went Samson to Gaza, and saw there an harlot, and went in unto her. And it was told the Gazites, saying, Samson is come hither. Judges 16:1 (KJV, def!
So there you have it, the harlot, contrary to many miss-conceptions, this teacher tells thee, was not Delilah..Delilah, was just a girl that Samson saw and loved…
“And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah.” Judges 16:4
i see yawns here and there, so let me wind up..AAAAAAAAAmen, haloooooo?(dont you dislike when preachers do this?)
So, Samson’s eyes were gouged at Gaza, i verified..
But the Philistines took him, and put out his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass; and he did grind in the prison house. Judges 16:21
And the most foolish thing, or failure in this plot..the Philistines actually allowed his hair to grow again eventually killing them off? (Judges 16:22)
End of Sermon.
Tags: fiction, sixsentences
the following are the expression of the above, without fear or favour but with some fervor, my little unannounced Christmas present for y’all bloggers, unwrap it with care.
to the the prim and proper, allow some of this stray light to spray your righteous content, for once. i am liable not, though, but of course!
Camera, lights, darkness.
Grunge guitars, hoarse coarse voices, somber tones, a nudge at my grudge.
Frozen anger. Still stiff air. Hair rises, overhead sprinkles spit cocaine to ease all pain, not much to my disdain.
Shush, silence, a pause. Then a finger strums. Drums roll. The beat bounces back, cymbals wash, supreme gream reigns.
Blood red lights sway over us, not mean fete but defeat? my neat heart and meat negates!
Shove, push, a single amorphous bloody lot, some rot, high on Rock, hop wildly around demented lyrics, DOG SI NATAS, hell flows over.
In my bucket list, it had all been contained, now, in reality, my saliva is acidic.
Shove, push again, am drenched in a semi-suffocate state, their sweat, acridic, strikes my nostril dead, but my eyes, very alive, trace the punkers on stage, insane men sodden with terrific madness and energy.
Shove, push, my heart is almost squeezed out,like teethpaste…but the mood, now elec-trick soon ingests me…
Strings are strung, clads are flung
Metal reverbates, intermeshes with horriffic screams of a white-face-black-eyed Rocker, mouth open so wide, the mic is now to matchstick.
I pull out my big stick of spluff for a piff and it cracks as i sucks.
the grateful dead
Even when the dark times are growing dim and darker.
Even when reality is getting more unreal and starker.
Even when italicized thoughts streaming into my subconscious make no bold sense.
Even when my life is taking a downward spiral into an abyss of hopelessness.
And even then, if death ever swings its cunt my way, bury this savage, this side up that even in the grave silence, i can still mock and moon the damned universe and it’s cruel rulers.
For they don’t make them like this anymore, the grateful dead.
am sincerely sorry for misleading you, but this is in preparation of a year ender post, no surprises i’ll do for y’all readers of this blog. the above is part of my unmentioned quest to express myself (though sloppy, thanks i know, lol) in six sentences.
wazeiya! nimekawia jo since niangushe post moja na ki-sheng’speare, jo…lakini haidhuru. kwa wale hawaradi any, manze, one-liner ni ile jamo:ka zile stika ziuwaga kwa mat-‘if the music is too loud, then you too old!’.si kwa ubaya lakini, ni kuwadunga to re-al.
anyway, juu ya meza kuna karisto fulani ningetaka tuirarue pajamo. nilienda ku-visit boiz mwingine hapo kwa hostel za chuo nikapata saga not-so-funny. sasa, iko ivi;kuna mudhii fulani hatutataja, ambaye aliangusha kitu ingine hapo kwa loo ili-ca
tegoriziwa ka ‘international.
yaani, kulingana na ma-thesis na ma-analysis ziliangushwa na mafans, lazima huyu jamaa alikuwa na ma-helper wawili hivi walikuwa wanamshikilia design ya Moses na Aaron kwa Bible juu ile kitu jo!!! ya mtu saba kando.
hehe, Jona, rude boy fulani alikuwa anadai ati to make matters worse, ilikuwa ‘ONE LOVE’- haina joints na ilikuwa size ya mkono wake three-kwenje…hahahahahaha.
eee, niliwaacha wakitry kuflush lakini wapi, haikubanduka ata!
enyewe, ka Olympics kungekuwa na kategori ya kushonde, huyu boy angetuongezea medali ingine. Mwanamishale anafaa aongezee hii ‘nascent sport’ kwa ile post yake ya ‘olympics kenyan style’ as the sole competitor?
anyway, hii stori ilinikumbusha madhambi mob zishawahi ni-happen-ia kwa ‘executives’. mi enyewe kuongea ukweli, nilikuwa m-cheeky since Stadi one.Maybe ni hii love ya art, rebellion against fate. imeniingisha kwa mezesh mob sana. sasa hii time, kulisemekana mi ndo nilichora magraffiti fulani kwa loo, na yule mo-de hakutaka kuskia any….wa wa wa, si niliriadwa?
“wewe dio unashola mitugo miaganu kwa kioro?” /you are the one drawing bad manners in the loo?
by the time alimada kusema ivo, urwaro ilikuwa nje ya daro, rasa tupu juu ya meza na ile kijiti haikujua utamu.**manze nili-soma ocha kiasi na huku tulikuwa tunachapwa ka shiet.hakukuwa children’s rights ama nini…the teachers word was law, their stick the governor…
back to the storo….schwwzzzap!schwwzzzap! ile pipe (with a bamboo reed inside) ilishikana na manyu ya mine, huku watoi daro wamenyamaza kama shonde chooni- machozi machungu kama kupokonywa ubikra yalitiririka, yakanidondoka….lakini WAPI?
“mimi?wallahi mwalimu sikushora kwa shoo!”
sikujua hii love ya art ya kujiexpress vifree inge-end up kuwa life line- am ni breadline.
maybe pia yule jamaa alikuwa na issue moja tafash kuliko kukosa t.p- tell us yua drama!