Behind The Torch – The Marantu Dispatch
Issue: Ma 25, Y0 – What Remains After Loss
I don’t always write this plainly, but today I will: I was rich. I lost everything.
There are days when I try to dress that story in language, to make it sound like transition, reinvention, a noble pivot. But the truth is simpler: I had, and now I don’t.
That loss has carved me. It stripped away the illusions of permanence, the safety net of possession. It left me staring at the torch in my hand, wondering if even the flame was real.
But here is the thing I’ve learned in the ashes: what remains is not the wealth itself but the capacity to build again, to share again. Losing everything did not kill me — it showed me that I am not the sum of what I hold.
And so, as Torchbearer, I walk on. Not as the man I was when I was rich, nor as the man left poor when it was gone — but as someone who carries a flame that cannot be repossessed.
—Uzanenkosi
Torchbearer, Marantu
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Nuff said Brother!
Here am I am again,
As I stand on this mountain I never really thought I’d see the avenue as I glance at at this moment its such a perfect reflection of my inner being seeing the moon and the sun intimate, oh wow what a sight of endless hope, while reminancing the past life of poetic justice reborn in my heart, mind and being. It’s so mesmerizing on how I yesterday felt all was lost only on this mountain to remember that all is again again. You know funny how it seems at times that when one is broken tends to feel that it is over only to find out that as you plant the seed, it eventual in due course it germinated and produce in season the perfect stern that give color to the leaves and among the leave comes the fruits therein. That’s what I have seen while on this magnificent mountain of hope, faith and love, all in all this mountain thought me that life is wonderful irregardless. # Here I am again. # Marantu