THE FATHER THERE IS A GENERATION OF MEN in Nigeria, born two decades before Nigeria’s independence (1960) and during the period of independence, they subscribe to the belief that labor, builds character. It is a principle that they place above all else and they are not wrong, labor does in fact build character – at least some aspects of character. No amount of labor has thought these men to keep it in their pants, not even when it invites more labor and hardship for them. However, I believe that something may have been lost in the translation or application of this principle by a good number of these men because somewhere along the line, the word labor was subconsciously substituted for masochism in their psyche until suffering came to equal labor in their minds. ( It explains for instance why these men consider eating three meals a day, living with your parents or attending school as the height of luxury). Tade was one of such men. Of the many snacks availa...
Micx UP!
BU… BU… BUT
DADDY…
I changed schools a lot because my
dad really wanted me and my siblings to mix up with other kids - which
I never did! I’ve always been guilty of watching from afar, being a
part but never really one with everyone.
Changing schools didn’t help me to
mix-up at all, but he didn’t seem to understand that. All he saw was a really
quiet girl who brought home the ‘Best-Behaved Student’ Award, every year.
He seemed to have the idea in his
head that if you were best-behaved then you were the class’ fool so he promised
to give me a thorough walloping if I ever brought home that award.
I still brought home the award
every year, up till my Junior Secondary School days, not out of
stubbornness - I couldn’t have been, I was too busy being miss goody-two-shoes,
believe me it’s a lot of hard work especially round people you like. Lots of turning the other cheek
is required but because I didn’t know how to be anything else.
No parent wishes for their child to
be stupid, so I guess I can understand where he was coming from.
Everyone without exception and
irrespective of what their sex, orientation, IQ, race, religion or cultures is;
is precious in their own way. This is one of the most important lessons I have
learnt. I have been amazed more times that I would like to admit by the beauty
in people.
It is my hope that people would
learn this lesson from this book – it is another of the reason I’m writing it.
Yes Honey.
There is a purpose for my writing
this.
Haven’t you been reading?
Focus!
Life is not just a bunch of
stories. It’s one big story.
No one is ordinary, not even the
mad man in rags on the street corner. Variety, they
say is the spice of life – I’m not exactly sure who uttered
those words but it doesn’t really matter, right?
I mean, you
guys aren’t going to make me get a reference or something, just because of one
quote, are you?
No you
aren’t, so stop giving me that look!
Hey! Hold up!
That’s no license for anyone to
live how they see fit.
What I meant is this: the fact that you don’t understand someone
is not a good reason to write them off.
There is always something worth
salvaging in every human being; if there wasn’t, there would be no human left
on Earth, God’s mighty hand would have swept us all away.
There is something wonderful in
everyone. The problem is that I can’t reach everyone to discover and bring out
that special thing in them. That part of it is left to you guys out there
reading this stuff.
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