Somehow I think Moses was a black man. Put your bible down, your smartphone and your Google too, this is just my opinion. To me, his life journey matches that of a black man.

For instance. He was raised by someone else other than his own mother in Pharaoh’s daughter who raised him as her son after she found him in the river. Just like most black kids who had to be raised by grandmothers because their own mothers had to go to work or she was just not old enough to raise a kid. As a result, the kids grow up knowing their grandmothers as their mothers.

He was named Moses, meaning “I drew him out of the water”, just like any other black man with a name that carries a certain meaning behind.

When God sent him to Egypt, he did all the miracles, showed all the powers given to him by God to prove that he was indeed the chosen one, but they never believed him. Just like any other black man, everything you do or say is always shadowed with doubts. You can be as good as you can be at what you do, but there will always be a doubt on whether you did that or not. Or a white man will take all the credit and the rewards of your hard work and make you feel small and useless in the process, diminishing your potential or capabilities.

A black man can invent the water purification system that could solve a water crisis in the province, but he’ll jump off the fifth floor of the building few weeks after demonstrating the invention with somebody else coming up with the same idea and claim all the credit. Don’t think too much, that somebody else won’t fall off the building, but he’ll be the hero instead.

Moses spent 40 plus years on the road, sacrificed his life leading his people to the land of milk and honey. Just when he saw the freedom he had hoped to be part of one day, he died. Just like any other black man, they try so hard to get that much needed freedom, work so hard raising their kids and saving for rainy days. They even abandon their own kids to raise madam and bass John’s kids, abandon his home to look after madam and bass John’s home. Just when he decides to take a break, kids are graduating from school, the home he spent so much building is finished, boom!! he dies.

Here is the thing that confuses me the most, when he saw an Egyptian fighting with a Hebrew, one of his own people he helped him, he chose the side of his own kind without even asking what the fight was about, how it started and they killed the poor naughty Egyptian.

That’s what white people do, when you get into heated argument with one of their own, they kick your ass and lie about it later that, “I thought it was a monkey”, or just the most famous line, “I thought she was an I intruder”, but a black man on the other hand will take a video instead and put it on social media pleading that the video must go viral for everyone to see that your ass was whooped by white people in front of other black people who just stood there doing nothing. A black man would let a bus hit you instead of telling you to move while he’s standing there videoing everything. He’d rather throw food into the dustbin, let you starve to death than giving it to you or those in need if there’s no smartphone around with video ready. But Moses pleaded with his God to understand and forgive his people even when He wanted to punish them. He helped them, encouraged them to keep going even when it seemed pointless to do so. He saved his people on all sorts of things they came across on the road to Cannan and he never bragged about that.

Maybe the lack of smartphones at the time is the reason he never “tweet” when he threw the stick down and turned into a snake, or updated the Facebook status when he opened the water with his magic stick, but I still can’t figure out his skin colour.

“It’s all about one day at a time, one day at a time”