In this episode of Wanderings, Ashaley Koblah reveals a mirror held up to the glittering masks of our age.
Figures who dazzle with ambition and charm, projecting hard work, discipline, and even virtue. But beneath the façade lies a hollow centre, a pursuit of glory that devours, a beauty that destroys. This is not only about the seductions of one woman but about an archetype: the hollow self, a person built on illusions, on borrowed words and borrowed light. She, like many before her, reaps what she did not sow. And in the end, her dazzle fades, leaving behind only emptiness.
The Wonder Woman here is a cautionary tale, a beautiful facade collapsing under the weight of its own lies, stabbing itself with many pains. True strength does not lie in taking but in building. Not in dazzling, but in being real.
Transcript
Main Narrative
Your strides, your strikes. They dazzle.
Woe to you, Wonder Woman, for what you seek.
Pleasures you want. You whisper, Please… I want.
But what you sell, you do not know.
Your promises are only echoes.
Your words, imagination alone.
You go to reap what you did not sow.
You tear down what you did not build.
Like a church preacher,
you proclaim the words,
give it me all your money, power, and glory.
and all of you.
You ask,
Can I?
Come — hold it, grab it, own it, and eat it whole.
Devoured.
Then you lead men to their destruction.
And nothing is left for you. Wonderful Woman,
but
your aching,
empty soul.
Reflective Interlude
“Wonder Woman” is a mirror held up to us all. A figure of beauty and brilliance, yes, but hollow, chasing shadows. She reaps what she did not sow. She tears down what she did not build.
It is the tragedy of a life lived only to consume, to dazzle without depth, to shine without source.
And yet, do we not see the same pattern in our world? Spectacle replacing substance, words without weight, power without truth.
The preacher’s cry is there to warn us: when sacred language is bent for desire, it becomes not light, but fire.
So the “Wonderful Woman” is not only her. She is us; she is the times we live in. She is the caution that beauty and brilliance mean nothing if they are built on sand. And so I leave you with this thought: what does it mean to be a hero in a world so quick to consume?
Outro
Thank you for listening to Wanderings with Ashaley Koblah.
If this poem stirred you, share it, reflect on it and carry the question with you.
Until next time, keep wandering.
