My worth… is zero.
My worth… is zero.
He was once considered a Prince, a King and even a Chief to some… He was the ruler of the
land were the birth of mankind was rumored to have begun? A former trader and a once
great exporter of fine goods and spices to everyone, reduce by another man’s desire to
subjugate another man’s race and reduce them to a value worth less than the number one.
Then traded like a common farm animal and paraded to the center of town to be inspected
like a prize cow at the County fairgrounds on a hot summers day.
His dreams of watching his children and their children’s playing in the vast open plains of the
great land of Gambia now washed away to sea…as he laid there in the hull of a ship
chain to his fellow countrymen like a criminal who has been condemned to be put to death.
Bound for a place where he would be considered a commodity and nothing else, were even
a dog was worth more than himself. A place were a beating was…but a mere deed to repress
the souls desire to be free. As they would beat him as his stood tied to a pole as he looked
up at the sky and watch the birds fly so freely… he would think to himself... even the birds in
this place are worth more than me. They tried to break his desire to ever be free, they even
took what was left of his dignity and sprawled it over the ground like the leafs that blow
from off a tree during a ruthless storm on a falls eve…they even told him that he was worth
less than zero.
But now that he was finally free, he had made it to heaven even though they said his kind
was not welcome there and that the nearest he would ever get to heaven was working in
thier fields and basking in thier Sun?
Well my Masters, I saw Jesus and talk to God… and he said to tell you all, that zero is not a
worthless number…but it is really just the beginning, before you get to one and I was no
longer zero here in heaven,but number one .