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There lived a man called "Prosperity" in a community known as "Nongov" he was a famous Rich man not just to his community but to His entire  continent, his house was full of silver and gold. Occasionally two persons were selected annually to wristle each other, anyone who wins the wrestling tournament automatically had access and stayed with Prosperity. This was the desire and a pray point of anyone in the community. In the previous years Happiness had won sadness, perseverance had won slothful, wealth had won poverty, and Healthy had won sickness. All the winners were staying with "Prosperity". This year's  taurnament was a remarkable one as the winner was to take charge of everything in Prosperity's house and even owns Prosperity himself. This was because Prosperity was getting old and he needed a heir apparent who would be taking care of him and everything he has. This became everyday's talk in the community as two great giants ( Hardwork an...

Morality is set of social rules, customs, traditions, beliefs, or practices which specify proper and acceptable forms of conduct. While immorality  is the violation of moral laws, norms or standards. It refers to an agent doing or thinking something they know or believe to be wrong. Immorality is normally applied to people or actions, or in a broader sense, it can be applied to groups or corporate bodies.  Morality is  genuinely, and acceptable not just in the eyes of human but also to our creator. However many people choose immorality over morality even parents who are supposed to educate their children on how profitable it is to respect moral standards. We are in a generation whom parents wine and dine with evil, as a father or a mother you do not know your child's source of income and of a sudden he buys a  car nor builds a house yet you don't bother to know how and where such blessing comes from, all you could do is to sing praises.  What inspiration are you...

As youths we act very funny towards our parents and elders once we are able to read and write, we think we know better than they do, even though some of these our parents are professors, yet we think we are wiser and smarter than them. The truth is there are some genetic variations that passes from our parents to us, no matter how wise we think we are, we can not be wiser than them, because these genes passes from them to us.  Old age comes with wisdom and endurance, what our parents see while sitting down,  can not be seen  even when we are on treetop. Some of us have this amusing way of referring to our parents as old men. Don't mind old man, he thinks we are still in their days,  I am waiting for the old woman to go to bed before I will come over, I don't want her wahala.  We sometimes add  money to our tuition fee for us to get extra balance yet we  think they don't know. The truth is they are aware of those tricks but because of the endurance old ...

  Lately, I have found myself inside a new feeling.   Almost as if things are finally making sense.  I understand the hard things better and appreciate the easy things more.  I taste loneliness but can sense the fullness of my life too.  I respect the need for gratitude.  The devastating but timely lateness of wisdom.  If I could name this new feeling I would call it, finally.  It feels like I have arrived at a place I didn’t know existed.  I wish someone had said something about it.  Everything in my life is the same as before but it feels as if I moved to a different corner in the room. And that other corner had a different view.  Everything looked different.  It was not about a new perspective.  Or about acceptance.  It was something else.  I am reminded of something Ram Dass has talked about.  “Our journey is about being more deeply involved in life, and yet less attached to it.” One thing I know for sur...

Remembering. Forgetting.  It is the place where loneliness and solitude reside side by side without touching. The place where impossible things exist.  Unearthly worlds. Unimaginable lives.  But somehow, this place of dawn, the in between day and night, makes everything less earthly. Less humanly. More outwardly.  I often found grief to feel both heavier and lighter there.  It feels as if we know we can endure it but we also know its torture.  During that time we can believe in both fairies and science. In healing but also in the infinity of life’s hardship.  I don’t think, though, I could have felt the specialness of dawn if I had not been touched by grief. Dawn without deep loss is just a place semi dark.  Nothing magical to it.  Life without loss is also just a place.  Nothing magical to it.  In Michael Collin’s book Carrying the Fire (the third astronaut on the Apollo 11 mission) he says. “There seems to be two moons now, the on...

  The Story of the Donkey and Tiger The donkey told the tiger:  ′′The grass is blue".  The tiger replied:  ′′No, the grass is green". The discussion became heated up, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, and to do so they approached the lion, King of the Jungle. Before reaching the clearing in the forest where the lion was sitting on his throne, the donkey started screaming: ′′Your Highness, is it true that grass is blue?". The lion replied: "True, the grass is blue". The donkey rushed forward and continued:  ′′The tiger disagrees with me and contradicts me and annoys me please punish him". The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 5 years of silence". The donkey jumped for joy and went on his way, content and repeating: ′′The grass is blue"... The tiger accepted his punishment, but he asked the lion: ′′Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?" The lion replied: ′′In fact, the ...

 Unity has a greater power  that bond people to accomplish whatever they want to do, l never knew this, until while  trooping  with my father ( Tsegba).  Tsegba who one could not spend a minute with without getting a moral story to learn from, as usual saw some ants dragging a deadly  grasshopper and showed me.  I turned and look at it confusably, he  then nodded his head gently  and smiled  deeply, and pointed at the little creatures ( the ants) I look at them as they were dragging the dead grasshopper to their hole. Yet  I did not anticipate the meaning,  He look at me once again and said: "VANENGE" my son I hope you are confused?" yes baba I replied teasing at him. He  went in the bush and cut off some little sticks in hundred pieces and tied them in a bundle, and  asked me to use my hands and break them. I tried my very best to broke the bundle of the little sticks but I was unable. I told him that I have tried wi...