MSH2
Sir Spanky Sword
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I was discussing this with a friend of mine. Is it a forgotten principle? Does it have any relevance in today's society? It seems to me that people no longer care about it. Or each other these days. Very sad to me. People are quite willing to smile in your face with the dagger behind their backs just ready for you to turn around so they can stab it in your back.
Perhaps I grew up differently, or perhaps the old Sangoma was correct. Some, okay many, years ago I was more or less dragged to see an old Matabele medicine woman. The first words she said to me were "You came to this world too late,........." And then she used a word that doesnt translate at all well into English in a single word, or possibly phrase. Its something between warrior and Man, not used in a biological sense. To the matabele, and the Zulu, for that matter, The fact that you have pubes, facial hair and your voice has dropped means didly squat. And has nothing to do with being a Man. It means a great deal more. it has to do with proving courage, and ...................... in a way unique to them, proving that you have honour.
It seems very strange to me that a principle that men were quite willing to fight and die for, means nothing in this world. And I'm talking about no more than a dozen generations or less. No more than that. Something that meant so much then, and now means so little. An entire way of living, and dealing with others, lost. A principle that allowed people to trust their fellow man, knowing that he would behave in an above board and honest way. Lost and forgotten, abandoned by the world we live in now. Truly, truly and deeply saddening to me.
There are still honourable people in the world, scattered here and there. But they're a dying breed. A breed the world seems to have no further use for. Lost wayfarers born in the wrong time, doggedly living their lives by principles no one else gives a damn about. Flying a tattered old banner that no one notices.
My personal motto? The six words by which I try to live my humble little life?
Faith, Hope, Love. Honour, Valour, Dignity
Perhaps I grew up differently, or perhaps the old Sangoma was correct. Some, okay many, years ago I was more or less dragged to see an old Matabele medicine woman. The first words she said to me were "You came to this world too late,........." And then she used a word that doesnt translate at all well into English in a single word, or possibly phrase. Its something between warrior and Man, not used in a biological sense. To the matabele, and the Zulu, for that matter, The fact that you have pubes, facial hair and your voice has dropped means didly squat. And has nothing to do with being a Man. It means a great deal more. it has to do with proving courage, and ...................... in a way unique to them, proving that you have honour.
It seems very strange to me that a principle that men were quite willing to fight and die for, means nothing in this world. And I'm talking about no more than a dozen generations or less. No more than that. Something that meant so much then, and now means so little. An entire way of living, and dealing with others, lost. A principle that allowed people to trust their fellow man, knowing that he would behave in an above board and honest way. Lost and forgotten, abandoned by the world we live in now. Truly, truly and deeply saddening to me.
There are still honourable people in the world, scattered here and there. But they're a dying breed. A breed the world seems to have no further use for. Lost wayfarers born in the wrong time, doggedly living their lives by principles no one else gives a damn about. Flying a tattered old banner that no one notices.
My personal motto? The six words by which I try to live my humble little life?
Faith, Hope, Love. Honour, Valour, Dignity
