THE BEAUTY OF PATIENCE,

is not in enduring avoidable pain.

We’ve all been told at one point or another to have patience, and in a (suffering = virtue) society like Africa, it mostly means enduring physical or psychological abuse inflicted, persistently by another. Neither empathy nor help is provided; talk more of justice!

And a divinely virtue is placed on this kind of patience; those that practice it are praised and others are vilified. The former are often praised into eventual mental trauma, permanent deformity and death in worst cases. A typical case is domestic violence.

It could be argued that this encouraged “benevolence” is due to the African culture of keeping families and communities together, but, isn’t it surprising that the same grace isn’t granted when the typical abusers are switched for the abused?

Well,

“If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.” ― Zora Neale Hurston

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I’ve found a new meaning in patience and I’ve practiced it ever since.

Patience is the belief that something good will follow after courageously removing yourself from harm.

It is watching a plant you’ve tendered to bloom beautifully.

It is the deep understanding that comes after learning painstakingly.

It’s taking time to ponder to avoid costly mistakes.

It’s the admirable skills that comes with practice.

It’s the yield that comes with sowing.

It’s the returns from investment and building.

It’s designing a dress that materializes fabulously

It’s waiting while praying and working towards a goal.

Patience is the bridge that connects efforts to success.

Patience is beautiful.