THE SPIDER

One delicate thread after the other

Meticulously arranged, intricately woven

Spin, spin, spin!

Her arms steady

Stealthily placing one line over the other

From dusk to dawn, sunrise to sunset

She toils,

Determined and focused, she nods in approval

Appreciating the work of her hands

Her world was taking shape, her dream

Spin, spin, spin!!

She labored, unimpeded by difficulties

Getting weary, she shunned her protesting muscles

All for the beauty of her creation

Behold, it stands before her eyes

Her home, hand crafted palace

Perfectly, exquisitely spun and woven

Excited, she crawled out

The whole world must see

Their eyes will widen as their hearts will simultaneously grow with envy at one glance at her palace.

Assembling the clutter, she took the lead

Beaming as she showed the way to her home

Her heart skipped a bit, pounding faster in its cage.

The convoy froze!

Adults shook their head in utter sorrow

Youths protested with exclamations

Children lamented with thundering wails

A heart saddening scene, all that was left of her dream, her creation –

A thin swaying thread!!!!

Inconsolably she sobbed

What inhumanity she cried!

Her master piece had been obliterated

If only she had realized sooner

Never to build her home in another’s house she thought.......

The site where beauty once stood had quickly transformed into desolation

She couldn’t live a dosser’s life

Her heart stopped

The clutter mourned an icon but had all learnt a salient lesson, one that would not be forgotten in haste.

Wondering what this is? It is a story about a spider and her most cherished web which unfortunately was built in another’s home. You know what happens to a spider's web lying around in the house, you must have pulled one down sometime in the past no matter how magnificently woven it seemed.
Same thing happens to us when our most profound life’s affairs are contingent on the faulty and uncertain foundation of parasitism.

Momentarily, it may seem like we have arrived at our permanent destination in life’s sojourn. We tend to relax and our relaxation gradually trails into complacency making us lose sight completely of our parasitic or opportunistic status. We forget to remember that a parasite’s span is only for as long as the host allows.  Severally I have seen great men end up in mediocrity for one reason- falling under someone else’s shadow and founding their beautiful dreams on a wavering landmark that soon is washed away like a sand in a storm.
Someday, unannounced, the host will of a surety show up and will naturally obliterate or liquidate the parasite’s paradise no matter how impeccable it may seem because of the principal reason of misplacement. It will then be a case of devastation and distraught watching one’s hard work and toils disappear like smoke from a fire into the air. Remember that each time you hide under another man’s shadows and build for yourself an edifice in another’s space, there is no disparateness between you and a little beam of  candle light which becomes invisible when the moon shines, a regent which acts like a king until the king be by, an inland brook which is soon emptied into the mains and of course, the spider whose web can be pulled down at anytime without notification by the original space owner. Get your own space, quit hiding behind that shadow only then will you build for yourself an empire that will endure.