THE QUESTION OF HUMAN IDENTITY 2- BY CLEMENT ERNESTERICK

Every time I compromise my values and virtues, I've always found my soul injured, my dignity lowered and it cries out for justice. Whenever I accept any form of belittlement, any kind of denigrating statement, the window into my soul mourns over its devalued worth. Crouching to its knees, it asks: 'Is it payment of some type of ancestral flaws? Whom am I? What are my ideals? Haven't you suffered enough? Or since your conception, birth and to finally this stage, hasn't life been kind to educate you, to teach what true identity, true self-wiorth is?'

What's your place in this universe? What's your true role? What are you here for? These kinds of streams of interrogations which springs not from within only but also from the other, are characterological - philosophical enquiries that're existentially eternal but reverberates throughout the universe. They bind me to religious practices but which forgets not to remind me of my particularity in the universality of things.

Self- identity. Fluid concept but seek true identification in that which remains constant. Who am I? What am I in the other? And mockeries that insults nature breaks the bones, crushes the Spirit and soul and in as much as it tends to lower the self-esteem, breaks the trust towards the other. It then flips concepts, perceptions until the images including the overlappings, flames to ashes. Dialectical yet aufhebenic!

Human contradictions dirtily conflict the ideals, compromising characters.

© CLEMENT MWAKA ERNESTERICK

- Kenya