“Whoever appreciates you does not change and understands what you are, recognizes your value, not for the group that lives in the present, but to fulfil a task that you may never know”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
That place unknown to them by chance would be a strategic route that would eventually allow them to move away from the European shores forever. They made a good fire and were able to give the wounded sips of coconut water, Zila had fallen asleep.
They managed to get hold of a good size fish to quench their hunger, together they remembered how risky the trip was, all the hustle and bustle to get on that boat full of spices so that everything would come to nothing.
The oldest of them all pointed out with authority that when things don’t work out it’s for a reason and that they should be grateful for the gift of life that was pushing its way between them.
Suddenly Zila woke up from his daze and the first thing he said was not very pleasant for everyone present:
– Shit, you should have let me die, it would have been an honor after that assault that we did not get rid of!
Diego with very big eyes looked at him angrily and said:
-Don’t be stubborn, Zila, that wasn’t your battle, you weren’t on par, the bastard who cut your side tremendously was the only one with a sword.
Javier, who was the oldest among them, pointed out:
-Something is waiting for you, boy, something that you don’t even know but there are reasons that we don’t understand for you to stay alive, but it must be like that. We promised to name you with the word that you repeated like a parrot when you fought between life and death, none of us knows what it means but now it is your name.
Zila put his hands to his beard and noticed that it was gone and before throwing another insult at them, Santiago snapped:
Easy, that was part of the deal, the beard and the name
The man without a beard asked:
-And who have all of you made a deal with?
The men looked at each other and the most astute one definitely had the answer:
-With that one, you named in your delirium of death, come on, let it be your baptism! and now tell us what that word means.
The once called Al-Majus smiled with joy at the group of friends and said:
-It was the only thing I saw lying on that raft or whatever it was, the blue of the sky, that for my race is the colour blue, my favourite colour.
The happy men laughed out loud when the veteran Javier pointed out to them:
-We respect your beliefs that we know you have defended above all else, let it be this shell that now I have to return to the sea, a witness that your name will endure beyond yourself. and it will be glorious.
All the men immediately surrounded Zila and raised their arms high as Javier threw the conch into the sea with force.
A decree made between friends has the strength and firmness of what is written in the soul of the universe, Zila would do everything in his hands, whether he wanted to or not so that his name would travel for generations, spread to various places of the planet.
For us he will always be the oldest ancestor of the university professor who lives in the XXX century, he is part of that chain of wise men and seekers of truth like so many others.
Perhaps some will give a glorious patina to what is done, others will give the brightness of the illuminated path, but before our eyes, we only observe in this part of history the path of the castaways, the place where all of them will have to face some battles. before what happens what is decreed by the conch shell.
Make your life and its symbols the strength to lead you to the path you have imagined and to the dream of all who join it with joy.
Own designs: “Ruta de Náufragos” and “The pact with the conch”