I wonder who your favourite super hero is. Marvel and DC have done a good job selling their personality to us and I have been drawn to different ones at various times as I get to watch them save the world like they would usually put it, but over time, I have grown a fondness for ‘Superman’ – I don’t know what bias there is to this if there is any at all. He won my heart as my favourite super hero; I mean who doesn’t want to be Superman?
But then again, super-man is the character presented to us in a movie and we have real life to deal with. In reality, we don’t see Clark Kent (Superman) flying to our rescue or trying to avert disasters as they happen around us. In reality super-man is a figment of our imagination and only exists in our head – that’s why I can close my eyes and fly to the tallest tower or building; I can lounge at the peak of Civic towers and literally walk or run on water to Tarkwa Bay, all of this in little or no time at all.
Reality presents us life with facts, facts that presents us with ‘ups and downs’ and deny us the pleasures of our fantasy. In this instance, we are wholly human and express all of the emotions that come with being human – laughter and tears and worry and anger and heart break and excitement and joy. We find ourselves at various times speaking to these emotions and sometimes seeking validation from all of it.
Often when we are overwhelmed by all that is going on around us, we break down in our quiet corner and shed silent tears – tears that we hope and pray that some supreme being will see and come to our rescue. I have been there before; lost in silent tears and wishing I could turn back the hands of time.
In this time and season, I have seen and experienced friends and albeit strangers transform to superman just to wipe the tears from my eyes. They would usually come bearing tales of hope that will birth days of contagious laughter and joy, of faith that will sustain my lassate bones and love that never ceases to amaze me.
As esoteric as this may sound it is what has always seen me through the dark night that cuddles the silent tears – a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead, the holding of hands and the quiet presence of a caring and loving friend hushes the silent tears.
On our journey, we will find ourselves at the valley of silent tears but hope will always come calling, faith will stretch out longingly to keep us steady and warm; and love will never stop giving completely all it has for a flicker of smile on our faces.