THE SMALL ME

By Esther Waweru

They say she is small, they go further and call her a class eight pupil but surely, a class four pupil would be a preferable name. She does not complain but rather, keeps it to herself and enjoys the fact that she is a senior and her greatness is yet to be tasted.

Like Zaccheus of the Holy Bible, The Small Me is indeed “small” in matters relating to faith and so she asks, is there a gentle person out there, who would do like Jesus did? Can she find a person of whom she can admire in matters regarding to faith and religion?


In an attempt to answer this simply defined question, in her mission to come across this angel, The Small Me encounters challenges. She meets people of different faiths, and she is ready to join any faith if only she gets the gentle person to utter these words, “Today salvation has come to your house”.

The Small Me gets disappointed at different scenes but despite her being small, she is strong not to lose hope. She meets an official in one of the different faiths around. Here, The Small Me smiles and tells her heart to relax for it has reached where it wished. But what happens? The Small Me gets disappointed by the ruthless handling she gets from this official. Immediately, The Small Me recalls the story of the rich fool in the Holy Bible.

Though small, The Small Me’s hope is big! She goes ahead, a different faith and wow! She meets another God-fearing brother. Here, she can see some light and instead of smiling like before, she laughs at the thought that she is finally “seen”. Honestly, it goes unopposed that The Small Me has now found the role model, the angel.

In an attempt to prove herself successful, The Small Me decides to follow the “role model” at night. And what? As surprised as she is, The Small Me only gets to know that the devil indeed works best in the dark.

The already seen “role model” does all the things The Small Me believes are evil. She therefore asks herself, “Where else do I turn?” Maybe you and I can assist The Small Me regain her already lost trust and hope in people.

What we all need to ask ourselves as The Small Me is: Do we really know how many souls look upon us? Do we surely understand our responsibilities to people and to God? Do we realize how many “Small Mes” need us? The Small Me has not yet reached where she wishes; she is still on her mission...