Behind The Torch – The Marantu Dispatch
We speak often of “becoming,” as if it is a gentle unfolding.
A blossom opening.
A path clearing.
A destiny waiting patiently at the end of some golden road.
But becoming is not gentle.
Becoming is weight.
It sits on your life long before you have the strength to lift it.
Every purpose arrives heavy.
Every calling demands more of you than the version of yourself that hears it.
That is why so many run from the work meant for them.
Not because the work is impossible, but because they are not yet the person who can do it.
Becoming is the slow and painful construction of that person.
A chiseling.
A stripping away.
A carving out of everything that is not yet true in you.
You do not evolve into destiny.
Destiny evolves you.
The seed does not choose the tree it will become.
The reed does not choose the song the wind will make of it.
And you did not choose the burden that arrived in the quiet hours of your life,
asking you to carry it into the world.
You only had the choice to say yes —
or to spend your years fleeing the weight that was always yours.
Becoming begins long before you look capable.
Long before you feel worthy.
Long before you have proof.
It begins the moment you say,
“Allow me to carry what was always meant for me.”
The burden of becoming is heavy,
but it is the weight that strengthens you.
It is the weight that reveals you.
It is the weight that builds the person who can finally walk into their own name
without trembling.
Carry it with courage.
And when your time comes,
pass the torch.
— Uzanenkosi
Torchbearer, Marantu
Year O | Ntu 16 | Week 3