DON’T IN YOUR IGNORANCE KILL YOUR BENEFACTOR.

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There was an aged artist who lived in a small village. The man used to design beautiful artistic works to be sold at an attractive price

One day, a poor man among the villagers challenged the old man saying: You earn a lot of money from your handiwork but why don’t you assist indigent people in the village?

Cant you see the butcher who is not as rich as you are, but still shares free meat to the destitute people in the village.
Also, look at the village baker, a poor man with a large family, yet he gives the poor people free loaves of bread.

The artist did not respond angrily to the challenges, rather just smiled .

The poor man was so confused about the reaction of the artist so he left him and went out spreading rumors that the artist was so rich, but he was a stingy person who only accumulated wealth and refused to help less privileged. The entire villagers took vengeance, they broke away from the old artist man and they all forsook him.

In a mean time, the aged artist was sick but nobody among the villagers cared to visit him, therefore he died a lonely man.

The days passed by, the villagers observed that the butcher stopped free distribution of meat and the baker could not give the destitute people free loaves of bread any more, despite their continuous trooping to the bakery and their hope to have something to eat.

When both (the butcher and the baker) were asked the reason behind the sudden cut off of the welfare to the villagers, they said that: ” the elderly artist who used to donate a large sum of money every month to share free meat and loaves of bread to the poor people in the village has died, so the welfare has to stop.”

Actually, many people may have wrong impression about you while others may have different opinions, none of them could benefit nor harm your good intention.

Therefore, don’t pass judgment on any one based on his physical appearance. There are things about his personal life, if you were privileged to know, your judgement would surely be different.

For example, a man died at nightspot/ dance hall.

The other person died in the mosque/Church.

The first person entered the dance hall with intention to preach to them (against indecency)

The second person entered the mosque/Church to steal money or bags.

For this reason, you and I can not decide who enters heaven nor who enters hell-fire. Fear God in privacy and fear God in the open. Human physical appearance is a deception, therefore, forgive, pardon and ignore people’s iniquities. Pray for God’s guidance on erring people. Be good to everybody, don’t cut off your relationship with a person who does not please you. Establish unity and harmony with people, God will love you and people will love you too. The Lord Who created the souls, knows what the souls conceals.

I found this story very insightful and I think I should share

Nigeria the Floating Giant

Nigeria will remain a Sick Giant as long as it is perpetually bedeviled and plagued by grotesque incompetent leaders suffering from historical amnesia.

We will continue to progress retrospectively with abysmal ridicule from lesser countries.

Nigeria can rise again and take her place if our demographic mediocrity and parochial loyalty to individuals in power is subordinated to true nationalism; consciously and conscientiously buried.

Nigeria is merely floating at the moment. The crop of officialdom we have are nothing but a Tsunami to this raped Nation.

Nigeria has everything required to lead Africa. We have the intellectuals, we have the wealth, we have great men and women with vision; but focused and visionary leadership has remained a challenge since independence. Ethnicity, religion, zoning and primitive partisanship has continued to hold us back.

Nigerian has lost her birth-right and big brother status. We pray our children in their own generation wakes up the sleeping giant.

Africa will raise again!

• Philippa Asiodu

Suicide (Who Is Responsible)

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The rate of suicide in Nigeria is at an alarming high rate now. Suicide is a strange word or thing, and now it is becoming a norm.

While pondering about this i come across a post on face book and I will love to share it.

Please stop blaming the president about the current state of suicide in the society. Blame yourselves, blame the society for always settings standards like marriage, school, vocation etc.

You all judge a guy who hasn’t gone to school or not being too rich to your liking.

You judge a girl who was raped and gets pregnant.

You judge a man striving to feed his family, you body shame people and gossip your very own friends

The church/mosque neglects you unless you have something to give them.

I can go on and on. Let us blame ourselves for being too shy of teaching our children sex education and when they grow up with a different mindset and experience something different their brain can’t comprehend it and some fall into depression.

Let’s blame ourselves when we compare our children with other people’s that leads a child into depression.
Coming from the north I see a lot of stupid, traditions that don’t mean crap yet we practice it for heck what. Forcing our children to pick up religion and traditions that they don’t understand. Let’s blame ourselves for the failure in Africa. One man can’t change the nation for good neither can one man change the nation for bad. We are where we are(pun intended) because we have collectively agreed to support wrong leadership, wrong doctrines and wrong traditions.

Until we change our backwards sentimental reasonings we WILL continue to experience what we are now experiencing.

My name is Kate Mshelia and I don’t know if I am making common sense.

Let Us Protect Our Girls (A Hug)

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What a wicked world…

A Hug

It’s end of my first day at school… Miss Ugo asks us to hug each other. I don’t like hugs because it is always always painful. I don’t know why we have to hug even in school.

I didn’t want to disobey Miss Ugo and become a bad pupil. So I turned away from the class and began to remove my clothes. After removing my clothes and also my pants, I looked around for a clean space to lie down.

I found a space, laid down and spread my legs wide open. I wondered why everyone is taking time to get ready for “hug”. Someone has to take the lead I guess.

My teacher didn’t look very pleased, judging from her expression… Some of the kids covered their faces. “Poor kids” I thought, still lying on the floor. “They don’t even know what a hug is”, I continued in my head of course.

My teacher is approaching me, she looks angry now. I could tell because her cheeks are red. My mum’s face is usually that red whenever she is washing my body and I tell her my “Bum Bum”(Vagina) is paining me. So my mum will get angry and her cheeks will turn red, sometimes she will cry and “not say anything”.

I don’t want my teacher to cry, so I got up. I’m beginning to get worried because I am still the only person who has no clothes on. I still can’t understand why my whole class does not know what a hug is or how to do it.

Well this once, maybe this once I have to believe my daddy. “This is a special kind of hugs Lucy”, my daddy would say amidst sweats. “It’s only for special girls” he would continue.

Maybe I really am special.

“Here! Put on your clothes and follow me”, Miss Ugo shrieked angrily.

In our proprietress office. I told “Big mummy” (that’s what they told us to call her) and Miss Ugo how my daddy “hugs” me every other night.

They were both in tears as I tell them that, the only part of hugs that I hated the most is when my daddy tries out his fingers one after the other until one fits inside my “bum bum” (Vagina).

It’s already school over and my daddy will be mad if I don’t wait in my class like he had instructed.

Big mummy gives Miss Ugo a look, she picks up her desk phone and dials a number. Miss Ugo takes me outside and puts her arm around me… It felt so good.

“That is a hug” Miss Ugo whispers and breaks down in tears again.

“How can this be a hug? It wasn’t painful, I thought.

My daddy is around and Miss Ugo asks him to see Big mummy. Shortly after, 2 police officers came in and entered big mummy’s office. I can hear myself talk from big mummy’s cell phone. I sounded so funny, I let out a light chuckle.

The police came out of big mummy’s office with my father. His hands were tied behind his back. He looks angry. I knew I am in trouble.

We didn’t go home. We went to the hospital in big mummy’s car. Miss Ugo was beside me the whole time until the Doctor asks me to follow him. He removes my pant, collects torchlight from the nurse and looks into my “bum bum” (Vagina). I closed my eyes expecting pains but he didn’t put his fingers inside. He puts off the light and talks to the nurse who jots down what he said. He helps me wear my pant and takes me back to meet big mummy and miss Ugo.

Back in Big Mummy’s car, Miss Ugo calls out our address for Big mummy.

We got to my house and my mum came out. She didn’t say anything as usual. She just brought out a big placard that reads “I AM DEAF and ALSO DUMB”.

Big mummy and Miss Ugo started crying again. I have had enough already, so I joined them to cry and my mum followed suit.

Another holiday is here again, let’s protect our girl child from the hands of the evil abusers, don’t leave your child in the care of anybody you can’t trust them with. Pay attention to them anytime you leave them alone for long. Take notice to discover those places they complain they are having pains and find out why they are having those pains.

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