In the Niche of Time

“It’s not yet time for that” she said. “Everything happens at the perfect time, at the ultimate time designated by the creator” She added as she drew closer to her son. Vincent had always been a mummy’s boy. His father had died about a decade ago. In his hospital bed, his senile father had laid a mantle on him. The burden of the mantle laid upon him had spurred his spontaneous overnight growth from boy to man. It had been 15 years since that solemn night when Vincent had had this conversation with his mother and today as he sat by the counter at V-pub in Kampala, his mind played back the events of that night.” Now is the time”, he said to himself. “Now is the time the creator has designated”, he thought as he toyed with his car keys between his fingers. The years had been hard, solid and taxing. The hard life he had endured had groomed him and hardened him, he had been bruised a million times but he had healed. He had been torn apart and grinded down to nuts and bolts but he had regrouped, he had rebuilt himself from pieces. Like a phoenix, he had risen from the ashes to greater heights. He was smarter now and that alone had changed the stakes for him. His hard work and sleepless nights had paid off. He was no longer the little, timid, low-esteem fellow he was. He was now the cool, mellow, fellow who made things happen with just a snap of his fingers. He was now larger than life. He made paradigms shift. He was no longer the one man army he was. He was now the head of a movement. A strong, relentless force. He took a sip of his bell larger from the horn-rimmed glass and smiled as Rachael approached from his left smiling her usual enchanting rabbit smile.”Look at you”, Rachael was saying between a pair of smiling lips” Vincent giggled and swooped her off her feet. A hundred heads turned and a thousand eyes looked on….