THINK BEYOND THE BOX

Even a palace can be a prison.

Do you have any idea what it means to be in a box? You know that feeling when you are caged in an apparently-looking comfort zone? You have everything you need, you are everything you dream, you do whatever you wish, yet you are so imprisoned you can’t decide if what you are feeling is the real deal. Or even when things go awry, you thank God, at least for the life. I tell you, even a palace can be a prison.

From time immemorial, primordial thoughts have dominated humans and controlled our decisions and actions. You and I are so much smeared in the process that we consciously forget the rules. We live the rules. We breathe it and exhale it in daily bases. You and I make every of our decisions instantaneously. We don’t have to think far before we feel fair in the process of our daily lives. It is no surprise we have become living legends of ourselves. As we say, we are part of the system.

The Unity Prayer

The National Anthem of a country symbolizes the struggle of the nation. Its lyrics are formed out of the words of its patriots who tuned in to the desires and dreams of the land. Little wonder the National Anthem of Nigeria was adopted in 1978 to replace the previous anthem, “Nigeria, We Hail Thee” to symbolize more of her as a country and not as a political footstool of Britain.

Divided into two parts, the first stanza I am sorry to say does not hold much ground in the face of recent happenings. Patriotism seems to be a rare feat shown by few like the late medical doctor, Dr. Ameayo Stella Adadevoh, the first Nigerian to come in contact with the dreaded Ebola Virus Disease (EVD). By the way, that woman deserves to be celebrated as a national icon.

THE LITTLE BOY

This is a story of one little boy who is learning government in school. To ensure a participatory class, the teacher tells them to go home and ask from their parent what government is.

Little boy gets home, walk to his dad, “Daddy, what is government?”

Dad thinks for a while. “Look at it this way. I’m the president, your mum is the Congress, the maid is the work force, you are the people and your baby brother is the future”, he explains.

“I don’t understand” puzzled, the little boy says.

“Why don’t you sleep over it and then maybe by morning you will understand. It’s quite simple.”

“Okay dad. Good night sir.” Little boy go to sleep with the expectant hope that he understands by morning. Probably, an angel will explain the riddle to him in his dream. It probably has to be an angel because his dad will not have told him to sleep over it.