Thursday, 16 October 2014

The Future we deserve


Most times, in our average opinions, usually we tend to be very optimistic about the unknown future, and in a more appropriate representation, characteristically, we often do factor in the chances of the manipulation of time in influencing future outcomes of present occurrences.  This is more of a general human notion in the light of expectations as we desire absolute improvement with respect to our respective surrounding circumstances.  While we await a significant change in our respective future, there is a definite school of thought which is quite a necessity to factor into the certainty of the much anticipated future, “The future of our planet; Our survival”
Obviously the present age seem to be arriving at a peak of advancement in the trend of the continuous evolution of civilization, an absolute euphoric era of achievements in our records as humanity, while we hope for a turn of another dimension of advancement in the nearest future. Much to anticipate for is the reasoning here, as we progress in our quest over the next couple of centuries or millennia as the case may turn out. But, a moment of questioning and being realistic seem an opinion of checkmating this supposedly resounding expectations and hope for a safe and progressive distant future which as it may, largely stands on the premise of uncertainty.
On a more revealing thought, the distant future could largely be spent surviving the harshness of a world created by our present state of un-checked and rather selfish actions or  more of a future of near extinction. In a more recent update, it’s been noted, that we are already taking far much more from the reserves meant entirely for the future generation. In a more specific way, our current consumption rate of resources both renewables and non-renewables are way out of balance for their respective regeneration abilities in time for future surplus and availability.  

While our current situation would warrant us borrowing so much from the future, we are also tending to a number of soon to explode man-made catastrophes, all of which in a way we could still control as the time frame of the grace of correction still abounds in its bit. The profound change in the global climate is a major concern as it has a lot of influence on the whole ecosystem at large. This change is gradually changing the landscape of our planet and in a lot of ways have we been witnessing some strange modification of the essential components of the ecosystem. While the ecosystem is likened to a central basis of life support with each component of living and non-living contributing their relative essentials as naturally appropriate with regards to their natural characteristics, a well-designed order of a system of life I’d say. But now, we are fast loosing significant components on either sides of the system from problems that could be well traced down to anthropogenic actions hence life is threatened.


The recent unusual gathering of Pacific walrus on a beach in North West Alaska seem like a pointer to the anomaly that is seriously taking over the planet. It’s been said that the unusual sighting is as a result of the animals not finding the usual sea ice notably know as their resting place. This strange situation to the concerned spells a looming danger which could either get worse or checked in time for some amendment, but that all depends on a lot complication we created and which we are still debating on.
The current happenings all show a possible glean of what the future could look like if the necessary drastic measures are not taken and in a way while some may be doubtful of the possibilities of these occurrences, then the only sensible thing that might create a premise of thought is “Are you being sincere enough or just trying to call for some attention”
While all of these are going on, the future is gradually catching up with the ones that will live much of their lives in it, “The Youths” and in another dimension “The yet unborn”, do they really deserve a hell of a planet when their time comes?  However on a more disturbing note is the notions of quite a lot still being hopeful for posterity while they are still so indifferent to the choices of amend available now. But thanks to the voices that will never stop even while being discouraged and these are the voices of hope that will echo into the future we deserve. Infinite Courage to us all!



Thursday, 2 October 2014

My Choicest thoughts: The Path of a Hero

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My Choicest thoughts: "Who Shall Save Man from Himself"

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My Choicest thoughts: DEEP DOWN IN ARFICA, WHERE I HAIL FROM

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My Choicest thoughts: THE QUEST OF THE GIRL LIVING DOWN THE STREAM

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THE QUEST OF THE GIRL LIVING DOWN THE STREAM




There she comes in everyday
Showing forth the rising sun
Which brings every being to life

There she comes; looking innocent with dignity;
Elegant and delicate
Bestowing the smile of love on every onlookers who cares to notice her
At every foot fall, the earth melts underneath her feet ;
Every nature wants a touch of her

She dazzles the wild and the tame with her beauty
Everyone wants to have her;
Everyone longs to touch her;
But there she goes, happy and naive,

Although she cares, and does not want to hurt, but careful with her choice
Indeed, she also longs to have a man,
A pillar of support and an adorable soul mate
But, who could she trust in the wild world

 Then she thought it all over and gave out a riddle
The riddle was a mystery
Who in the whole wide world would unfold the mystery?
‘’Who would be the man enough to protect me in the days of war’’
‘’Who would be the man to give me his bosom in the days of my sobbing’’
‘’Who would be the man bold enough to make me proud of’’
All these she sang in her song of request
And lo she sobs and sobs
Every man  questions the other about the riddle
Every one awaits in anticipation to see the one who reveals the secret of the riddle;

Nature grew still and more quiet
It all seems like the day would never end
Still no one could unravel the mystery
Every nature created by mother nature set themselves the task, seeking their chances.

All to no avail
She waits and waits
She looks and looks, hoping to see the mighty conqueror; but no answer came forth.

All of a sudden, she broke into her earlier smile
Which brings out the sunset and the drowsiness of nature
And there she goes back down the stream, maybe to come back again or not at all.




Wednesday, 17 September 2014

DEEP DOWN IN ARFICA, WHERE I HAIL FROM








 

Come to talk about my people’s way of life in Africa, way back 
Deep down in the remains of  Eden
Where everything remained as they were from creation
Where men lived not in  the fear of tomorrow.

The cock crows! It is dawn
Time to arise, time to roll the mat
 Many you will find on the narrow paths to the farms
But they wouldn't forget their manners..
Offering praises and seeking divination from the great ‘’Olodumare’’

‘’Olodumare, we are up again to the task of living
You have set us be with us and guide our ways
To fulfill our purpose of creation’’.

Chanting the words of the prayer, they set out,
Sucking in happily the freshness of the morning air,
A good sign of a good day ahead!
‘’Good morning neighbor’’ they great themselves
All happily walking down to their farms, both old and young.
Sooner, the village becomes deserted, almost like ghost town,
Only to be alive again later in the when the sun goes down.
Everyone takes to their works, yes they are hardworking.

The market place bursting alive with the daily bargaining.
Little children running about,
Playing and calling out to themselves.
It is such a delight I'd say!

All working activities go on until the evening
When all work is ceases,
Happily, all set to return home
Bringing along the bountiful  reward of the day,
Wives running home to prepare for their husbands
Sooner, the village burst alive  again
Smoke rising from each huts
Mortar and pestle rocking wildly everywhere,
Mouth-watering aroma engulfs the whole village
A perfect time to reflect on the long day
while chatting away about the day,
The night sets in and the moon comes out
It is time for the night treat;

Come along with me to the village square,
 And taste the sweetness of my culture...
 
Everybody gathers, at the square in a ring
The young girls move in, swinging and shaking their bodies,
To the sound of the drums
Young men looking and searching with great appetite for a possible catch
 The girls eying and as well showing off 
It is indeed a place to be
Children outside listening to stories from the old story teller.
It all seems the night should never end,
But the spirit that knows no old or young,
Comes around and releases its spell of sleep
Everybody has to obey the nature’s call to sleep,
And so, the day came to a temporary end.
But that was a very long time ago when the trees were still short 
but the trees have become all grown and tall
And they call the sweet simple day the old stories...

Saturday, 13 September 2014

The Path of a Hero




…The path so Soggy and slippery but the words kept resounding in his head just like town criers gong…
His strength doubled like a soldier ready for battle.

In the middle of his nightmares, the wilderness of his trials
When the day became inseparable from the night
A time when turbulent storms howled like in agony
But he kept on, heavily and determined, mustering the very last of his strength.

Far ahead the mountains within the range of the cloud
But quite hidden from the view of the wanderer
But he kept on
Dragging his reluctant body but enduring spirit
Right across the field of despair and discomfort
Oh it blows…too cold to bear and almost too hot to embrace
But right on the yonder, there it stood
The summit yet to be conquered

He journeys through the thorns and the burns
Neglecting the dark clouds shutting out the blue sky
Gazing beyond the threatening gnashes of the discouragement
And the blinding flashes of false beauty
Oh he pushes ahead in the dark of the day, yea he pushes on
Oblivious of the supposedly dangers that were not real after all
Oh he walked on with nothing but the strength of hope
That frightened even the storm
For it could toss no more obstruction his way
Yes he forged ahead and when the morning came
He lifted his eyes up the mountains
The peak of his dreams
Wet, but he went all the way
Climbing with the wings of perseverance
Till he reached the summit of his destination
And up at last the flag of victory is lifted above the shadows of giving up..

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

"Who Shall Save Man from Himself"

I took a walk around the world 
and my eyes beheld a world stricken of pains and stinking of plagues
A home turned a dome of hell
abandoned of love and hope, but full of boils and pains


The old ones live forever
But the young die even before they turn grey
for they live not in the ways of the old
but have chosen to follow the follies of their ingenuity
and often they go too soon to make abode in the graves
So who shall save man from the consequences of his creation
The reward of his brilliant madness
for he wants to live in the sky like birds 
but the Earth is his home 
Oh how he denies the food the Earth gives
and see how he nourishes on the wastes he stole from nature
whereas the mother Earth has sufficient for him.
Who shall save man from himself
for dies slowly of his habits
but still he gloats in the pride of surpassing nature and he has failed to see the harm
yes, the harm he has done the Earth and even himself
He's fattened up on the oil that soothes the eyes but spells evil to his heart
he's enrich his guts with thorns of death
enabled by his negligence and blindness

Oh! he dances in madness to his end 
But who then shall save man , lest he destroys himself and make empty our dear Earth
Who then shall heal the world ?