Kulikuwa na mvulana aitwaye Ken, ambaye alikuwa mtu asiye na makazi huko Half Moon Bay, tunakoishi. Aliishi chini ya daraja kwenye Barabara kuu. Aliishi kwenye gari lake na alitengeneza nakshi za mbao. Kwa hiyo aliweka nakshi zake zote za mbao zikiwa zimejipanga pale chini ya daraja, naye angekuwa akining'inia huko mchana tu.Wakati huo, nilikuwa nimetoka tu kupitia talaka yenye uchungu sana, maisha yangu yalikuwa tu ya kutokuwa na utulivu sana. Nilikuwa nikijisikia kutotulia na kukosa furaha, nikijiuliza nitafanya nini, ni nini kitakuwa katika maisha yangu.
Wakati mmoja, nilikuwa nikitembea kwenye Barabara Kuu pamoja na mwana wangu, Adam, ambaye wakati huo alikuwa na umri wa miaka 12 au 13 hivi. Alikuwa anaanza kupendezwa na ngoma.
Alisema, "Baba, nataka kukuonyesha mmoja wa walimu wangu wa ngoma."
Nikasema, "Hakika."
Kwa hiyo ananichukua, chini ya daraja, ambako Ken yuko. Na akasema, "Ninajifunza kupiga ngoma kutoka kwa Ken."
Nikasema, "Nini?! Unajifunza kupiga ngoma kutoka kwa mtu huyu asiye na makazi anayeishi chini ya daraja?"
Akasema, “Naam, shuka chini uone.”
Sikuwa na furaha sana kuhusu jambo zima, lakini nilishuka, na kukutana na Ken. Na nilijifunza hadithi yake.
Ken alikuwa mwalimu wa shule ya upili katika Jiji la Redwood lililo karibu, na maisha yalikuwa yamemletea matatizo fulani. Alipoteza kazi yake, alipoteza ndoa yake, alipoteza nyumba yake, alipoteza kila kitu. Hakuwa na chochote.
Lakini nilipokuwa nimekaa pale chini ya daraja na Ken, niliona alikuwa mtulivu sana. Alionekana yuko sawa. Maisha yalikuwa mazuri tu.
Niliuliza, "Ken, vipi mbona sina furaha na maisha yangu? Nina mengi sana, na wewe huna chochote. Nini kinaendelea? Unawezaje kuwa na furaha na maisha yako?"
Ken akatoa ngoma, akaanza kuipiga.
Alisema, "Hii ni mapigo ya moyo ambayo yapo kila wakati. Mapigo ya moyo wetu wenyewe; mapigo ya moyo wa maisha yetu."
Na akaanza kucheza ngoma yake.
Kisha Adamu -- unajua, akiwa na umri wa miaka 12 -- anaketi chini, na anaanza kucheza ngoma, pia. Alikuwepo. Na alipokuwapo, jinsi hiyo ilionekana kwake ilikuwa ni mdundo wa ngoma -- hiyo ilikuwa mapigo ya msingi ya moyo.
Hivyo Adam akawa sehemu ya kundi la watoto ambao walishuka chini ya daraja kila Jumanne usiku na kucheza ngoma pamoja na Ken. Wakati huo, nilihisi vizuri juu yake. Wazazi wengine wote wa watoto walijisikia vizuri, pia. Tulikuwa na hakika kwamba watoto walikuwa katika mikono nzuri.
Adam na marafiki zake walijifunza kuhusu kuwasiliana na mapigo hayo ya msingi ya moyo.
Haraka mbele karibu miaka 20.
Adamu anafanya nini sasa? Yeye ni mwalimu wa muziki huko San Francisco. Anasoma shule katika vitongoji tofauti. Anasema wakati mwingine ni machafuko sana, haswa katika vitongoji masikini. Baadhi ya watoto hawana makao, au hawana uhakika wazazi wao watakuwa wapi; kuna mengi yanaendelea katika maisha ya watoto hao. Na jinsi anavyowafundisha watoto jinsi ya kucheza ngoma anaingia chumbani. Kisha, badala ya kusimama mbele ya chumba na kuwaelekeza -- badala ya kusema, "Hivi ndivyo muziki unavyohusu. Hapa kuna mizani ya C. Hii hapa mizani ya D." -- anakaa tu chumbani na kuwatazama watoto wakikimbia huku na huko na kutupiana vitu na kufanya wanachofanya.
Kisha, anaanza kupiga ngoma.
Hatimaye, watoto huchukua kupiga ngoma. Na wanapata mdundo unaowaweka pamoja. Ndivyo anavyoanza masomo yake ya muziki.
Aliniambia kuhusu msichana huyu, ambaye kwa kweli hana makazi na hajui baba yake yuko wapi na mama yake ana matatizo fulani. Hakuna mtu katika familia yao ambaye amehitimu shule ya upili. Alianza kucheza violin na anafurahi sana. Anataka kwenda chuo kikuu na kuwa mwanamuziki. Na anamtia moyo.
Kuna Ken, bado chini ya daraja katika Half Moon Bay. Hayuko kwenye simulizi lake kuhusu maisha yamemfanyia nini. Yuko tu na mapigo ya moyo ya sasa.
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Beautiful story! Ken, I believe, is closer to Reality than most of us. He is more in tune, most likely, bc he has been stripped of many societal things and perhaps ego as well. He is truly giving of himself, and yet, has “nothing”. He hears the beat of the universe!
Whenever I go to do storytelling in classrooms, at my tipis in Fairytale Town, or elsewhere, I take my drum with me. The drumbeat is invitation to story-time, and coincidentally to refuge from the brokenness and violence of the world. Yes indeed the Universe does have a "rhythm", a "hum" like the didgeridoo (that I also sometimes use). I like to recall writer Eugene Peterson's words for this "hum" or beat of the drum, "unforced rhythms of grace", indeed like breathing slowly, unhurried and aware of our own breath.
The drum quietly calls to the heart and soul of the troubled or distracted. And when I begin to speak or chant, the drum keeps time in a cosmic way. Yes, I am a "Christian"* a follower of the one called Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ of God. And because of that surrendered following I encounter God everywhere; throughout Creation, in books I read and people too, wherever I go. I simply see in Christ the fulfillment of all the truths I encounter elsewhere. There is more good going on than we can see, and in it, in Divine LOVE (God by any name), we are far richer than we know.
*Not to be confused with institutional christianity, nor the human aberrations of "evangelicalism" nor "fundamentalism".
Hoofnote: I always conclude my times with The Two Wolves story of Cherokee and Lakota culture:
My grandfather was teaching me about life. I asked him why there was so much violence and killing in the world? He said, "There is a fight going on inside all of us.
[Hide Full Comment]It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”
I thought about it for a minute and then asked my grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
Grandfather simply replied, “The one you feed.”
Here's to being in the heartbeat of the present. thank you for the reminder!