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"Those who built Rome did not run to Athens when the bricks were falling" - Deji Ige.
How we so think the pasture is green on the other side of
our land, because telecast showed us how fat and fresh the dwellers on the side
look. So, we ignore the strands of shooting grasses and withering trees in this
our spacious yard. We sprinted back to our inner rooms, stores and kitchen to
collect all the wares that make us refer to the yard as home and zipped them up
in a heavy and distressing baggage. Strapped on our backs and heads, we looked
forward to landing on the pastures of the fattened faces and so we looked
beyond the brown grasses and the ill-looking trees in our compound that are
spelling the fruitlessness of our home.
But, is our land not yielding because our land is infertile?
May this question remain hanging on our wall until we get to that other land
where, like the dwellers, we will lay in pleasures, fatten our bones and send
refreshed photographs back home. Then, we shall sail back to unhang that dangling
question.
We set for the "to" sail, dreaming of an affluent "fro"
sail; dreaming of a soothing home-coming. An home-coming that is doomed to hang
in uncertainty by the terrains between our dying pasture and the projected
greenness; doomed by the heinous motives of our neighbors who now feast on our pathetic
eagerness to transact us to those fattened faces, those presumed greenlands,
where our dignity shall be trampled and our blood spilled to irrigate their
pasture.
How we were caught in
the heinous motives of our neighbors by our pathetic eagerness.
But as fate will have us share in his goodness, he made
ill-fated our voyage; turned our travels to travails, frayed our skin with the
hotness of desert sands, and sadly selected certain of us to vanish in the jaws
of sea death. So that our ordeal of ignorance may be
reported to the ears of those who will come fetch us. We have seen much of dare
devils and blood thirsty demons as we stretch our hands to have the Greenland,
and they are externally placed to wither our hands the more we stretch. What a
victim of make-believe we've been. And for a lengthy season, that victim we
were.
What a victim of make-believe
we've been.
Now the searchlight of diplomacy had beamed on us and we
were found out of the dark pit of slavery wherein our voyage dumped us. The
guards of diplomacy had mined us out and transported us back to our yard. Our
yard of brown pastures and withering trees.
As we behold these dying features of our sweet home, the
picture our mind caught first is the hanging question dangling still, "is
our land not yielding because our land is infertile?". As our mind fix
gaze on this hanging question, it unhangs and another appears, "is the
grass not green on the other side because someone watered it?" "Will
our pasture not green if we'd watered it; does a land, though fertile, yield
when it's not watered?". As our gaze unhangs these questions, we learn to behold
our compound the more and we see it has more than the dying plants, there also
is a brook!
Now that by fortune, we can see the yard again, we shall
array every feature therein.
Perhaps, the trees will ripen their fruits and the grass
will grow green if we relate the brook to them.
Ayo Ayanfe.
Ayo Ayanfe is a communication enthusiast and a lover of humanity who, always learning from his number one role model - Jesus the Christ, and other world changers, believes the true understanding and
demonstration of Love is the only vaccine by which this sickened world can be healed. A belief which he propagates through his written works and concocts into a personal trending mantra: Define Love,
Distinguish Love, Demonstrate Love, to make his society unlearn a lot and learn anew about Love.
Being a volunteer in various religious and social youth spheres, he had contributed heartily through humanitarian activities to the welfare of the less-privileged and the upcoming generations.
His poetics works had been presented on several platforms of intellectual exhibition.
demonstration of Love is the only vaccine by which this sickened world can be healed. A belief which he propagates through his written works and concocts into a personal trending mantra: Define Love,
Distinguish Love, Demonstrate Love, to make his society unlearn a lot and learn anew about Love.
Being a volunteer in various religious and social youth spheres, he had contributed heartily through humanitarian activities to the welfare of the less-privileged and the upcoming generations.
His poetics works had been presented on several platforms of intellectual exhibition.
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