Cancer of Injustice
The proximal cause of your death was neatly called cancer. It is an aberrant cell that multiplied to the extent that it overpowered you. But the root cause of your death is far more insidious than that. It walks among us unseen. It is when we normalize things that are out of kilter. It is when we justify decency from debauchery. It is when we look away, we refuse to hear, we utter no words, we flee and do nothing even when the truth is screaming in our face.
You valiantly fought this cancer that existed in your workplace and in the institution meant to defend you from such abuse and in the end you sacrificed your own well-being. This wasn't the first time but it certainly was the last. You lived many injustices in your life that people thought you were merely bitter.
Oh if it were so because nobody heard your cries, or felt the agony in your tormented soul. I am sorry I thought the same about you until that fateful day three and a half years ago when I decided to walk with you without a trace of sanctimonious judging. And in this walk, I began to see the world as you saw it --- flawed, imperfect, and yet full of possibilities; if only.
And that ideal, I will carry with me because you did not give up shaping this world into a positive, promising Eden. You were the spirit man who reached out to anyone. You were the comforter, the seer, the teacher, the coach, and the friend who laid down your life to make this place better.
You valiantly fought this cancer that existed in your workplace and in the institution meant to defend you from such abuse and in the end you sacrificed your own well-being. This wasn't the first time but it certainly was the last. You lived many injustices in your life that people thought you were merely bitter.
Oh if it were so because nobody heard your cries, or felt the agony in your tormented soul. I am sorry I thought the same about you until that fateful day three and a half years ago when I decided to walk with you without a trace of sanctimonious judging. And in this walk, I began to see the world as you saw it --- flawed, imperfect, and yet full of possibilities; if only.
And that ideal, I will carry with me because you did not give up shaping this world into a positive, promising Eden. You were the spirit man who reached out to anyone. You were the comforter, the seer, the teacher, the coach, and the friend who laid down your life to make this place better.