The Tale of Two Sisters: Intelligence Versus Kindness

Vinia Majaba
2 min readDec 1, 2024
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Once, two sisters lived in a tranquil, tiny village surrounded by lakes and towering mountains. The elder, Minerva, was sharp both in mind and words. With a proud smile, she would say, “I’m intelligent, and no one can dispute that.” Most of the time, the villagers were taken aback by her confidence, yet they acknowledged her astute mind. She was the one they turned to when decisions needed to be made or riddles solved, and even the headman sought her counsel. But Minerva’s harsh words could sting, and while people admired her wit, they often kept their distance.

Agatha, the younger sister, was different. “You are undoubtedly clever, my dear Minerva,” she would say gently, “but I think kindness is what we must offer.” Although Agatha didn’t have her sister’s cleverness, her caring attitude, compassion, and empathy drew people to her. She would carry water for an elderly neighbour, listen to and comfort a grieving mother, or share her bread with a hungry child. She freely gave love and affection, expecting nothing in return.

As the years passed, Minerva’s cleverness was recognised beyond the village. Travellers sought her wisdom, and distant towns invited her to advise on their most pressing problems. But wherever Minerva went, she often alienated others. People listened to and praised her, but no one stayed by her side. Admiration felt cold during long evenings.

Agatha remained in the village, her days filled with simple tasks that connected her deeply with those around her. She wasn’t known in distant places, only in the community she loved. Whether it was a kind word, a warm hug, a smile, or simply being present, Agatha’s care gave strength to those who needed her.

One winter evening, Minerva returned home. The years of travelling had left her tired and barren in ways she couldn’t explain. As soon as she reached the little village, laughter spilt into the crisp night air. Agatha sat by the fire, encircled by villagers whose faces glowed in the flickering light. The villagers shared stories with smiles, weaving a bond as natural and warm as the flames.

From the entrance, Minerva watched silently. A weight pressed on her chest, and for the first time, she questioned whether she had been seeking the wrong kind of validation.

Later, the two sisters sat together by the fire when the others had gone. The flames crackled gently, filling the silence between them. Finally, Minerva spoke humbly and quietly for the very first time. “You were right, Agatha. Intellect may earn respect, but kindness brings peace and everlasting impact.” Agatha reached for Minerva’s hand. “And yet, Minerva, your intelligence has helped many. True brilliance is revealed when even the cleverest choose to lead with a gentle heart.”

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Vinia Majaba
Vinia Majaba

Written by Vinia Majaba

Addicted to Personal Development. Mother. Author

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