Who would’ve known we would be reading teachings of Clement of Alexandria while listening to mutations of Kwaito we made ourselves.
And some of it was fate.
Some of it was effort.
But there was always something else, a certain glue that binds effort to fate.
“That thing”, that inexplicable essence of a thing, that’s God. It’s in everything and It’s beyond our efforts… If only we’d be still and know.
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