LESSONS OF THE HEN

ELEVEN POWERFUL LESSONS TO LEARN FROM THE HEN

  1. She first lays enough eggs before sitting on them.
    GOOD PLANNING.
  2. When she starts sitting on her eggs, she minimizes movements. DISCIPLINE.
  3. She physically loses weight while sitting on her eggs due to decreased feeding. SACRIFICE AND SELF DENIAL.
  4. She can sit on eggs for another hen. INDISCRIMINATION AND GENEROSITY.
  5. She sits on her eggs for twenty one (21) days, patiently waiting, even if they do not hatch, she will lay eggs again. FAITH, HOPE AND NOT DISCOURAGED.
  6. She detects unfertilized eggs and rolls them out.
    SENSITIVE AND DISCERNING.
  7. She abandons the rotten eggs and starts caring for the hatched chicks even if it is only one. WISDOM, CONSCIOUSNESS, AND REALISTIC.
  8. No one touches her chicks. PROTECTIVE AND LOVE.
  9. She gathers all her chicks together. UNITY OF PURPOSE.
  10. She cannot abandon her chicks before they mature.
    MENTORSHIP.
  11. She always be at the front of her chicks.
    LEADERSHIP

“Acquire the principles of the hen, and your success is sure”

Be blessed

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Life is a drawing

“Life is drawing without an eraser.” – James Gardner.

One of my favorite quotes.

I like to think that even the worst drawings take on a brighter cheerful look when we color them up.

I make my grand kids show me every drawing they make & enjoy making them color them up afterwards, sometimes so long later. It’s always a whole new painting after they’re done with it.

Morale here is what ever mistakes or bad decisions we made in like, we always have the opportunity to change it, alter it, or make it better afterwards.

It could be just a change it attitude or behavior, or simply a sorry.

I respect personal opinions or misgivings over old painful experience because I don’t know what particular personal experiences people draw

But if you get being optimistic in our dreams & aspirations then you ought to see that being optimistic in our acceptance of what directions our past had put us on is quite similar.

Beating Your Children

If you ever wondered why Africans beat their children, then read up on this repost.

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Children nowadays don’t even know that in our days you could be beaten for any of the following reasons:

1. Crying after being beaten.
2. Not crying after being beaten.
3. Crying without being beaten.
4. Standing while the elders are seated.
5. Sitting while the elders are standing.
6. Walking around aimlessly where the elders are seated.
7. Replying back to an elder.
8. Not replying back to an elder.
9. Spending too much time without being beaten.
10. Singing after being admonished.
11. Not greeting visitors.
12. Eating food prepared for the visitors.
13. Crying to go with the visitors when the visitors are leaving.
14. Refusing to eat.
15. Coming back home after sunset.
16. Eating at the neighbour’s home.
17. Generally being moody.
18. Generally being too excited.
19. Fighting with your age mate and losing.
20. Fighting with your age mate and winning.
21. Eating too slowly.
22. Eating too quickly.
23. Eating too much.
24. Not finishing your food.
25. Scraping your plate
26. Eating and talking
27. Talking and chewing
28. Sleeping while the elders had already woken up.
29. Looking at the visitors while they are eating.
30. Stumbling and falling when walking.

31. Looking at an elder eye ball to eye ball.
32. When an elder is talking to you and you blink your eye.
33. When an elder is talking to you and you stared without blinking.
34. When you look at an elder with a corner eye.
When an elder points at you.
35. When your mates were playing Street football and you joined them to play.
36. When your mates were playing and you were not playing with them.
37. When you don’t wash your dish
38. When you don’t wash your dish properly
39. When you break your dish
40. When you bite your nails.

41. When you fail your exams. That was a serious crime.
42. When you get canned in school or any kind of offense committed in school. That fetched you more canning at home.
43. When you go to the local stream to frolic.
44. When you steal fruits from trees. This always attracted canning. But it was always worth the troubles for most kids. Can believe now kids have to be tricked & coaxed into eating fruit when we actually risked death by arrows, catapulted stones, flying cutlasses & being eaten by wild domesticated dogs, just to eat fruits.😀😀😀

Some of these reasons for beating a child may seem farfetched to children now, but they sure did give us some solid values, Some not effective but we learnt to be better parents now. 😀

MARRIAGE IS THE WOMAN’S

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Women can not but accept that they make a marriage work. The nature of the man is too proud, independent and selfish to make all the compromises a marriage needs to work. In the most traditional setting the onus is on the woman to do all the work for a marriage. She would think that she couldn’t do much of it without the male’s maintained cooperation, but really most men never had actually cooperated from the onset.

It is clear that the more independent the woman seeks to be and the more independence she attains over time and exercises in her personalized wishes in a marriage and in life in general, the more the marital proverbially boat rocks, hit the rocks and sinks. Then only the woman really loses out because the marriage institution best personifies her. The man would only instantly lose the joys of the woman’s attributes, all those many attachments that were always only really beneficial to him. The woman loses the marriage she was wooed into. It will hurt the man’s pride, take away the brightness in the pleasures he enjoys for the while. Then his face would beam, his eyes gleam with delight and his lips blossom into the fresh smile of yet another blissful union. Women mostly seek face value like their much belittled gender, racial and regional orientation expects of them.

Truly black women are practically more racists in their preferences. Though they are very hospitable and more selfless, they are collectively personal and quite tribal, and trivial in their general choices; preferring outward values above all others. The twisting effect of religion doesn’t change this trend as much as culture has affected it over time, it actually worsens it. Civilization merely inserted a dent in the trend but not altered in fully. A whooping resounding domineering majority of religious people aren’t adult converts but are actually circumstantially religious by some original orientation. Thus it has never been the quest of religious people to seek the rightfulness of another faith ahead of theirs. They are always schooled in the desires of their immediate needs and desire to put other faith’s principle on a logical pedestal. To remotely glorify different teachings is not even entertained.

They would ordinarily consider all others faiths quite inferior to theirs and oddly that poorly or wrongly conceives subjective ideologies but not guide any sacred insight like theirs would. In this line of thought they linger in, their need of it engulfs their bias reasoning, which is to belong firmly and remain so in their tight fitting world of faithful make-belief. Their near misses are actually searches and they are never real losers in the end, but endless winners that out number their victories. It is in these all too familiar marriages that the lingering incompatibility of each separate union comes true and freedom from that inner human loneliness couples look for is ever elusive, endlessly so. Freedom from humanly imposed regulations is the spelled out thought that holds them captive with its one tracked biasness. Then as the birds of marital prey are spotted and stopped from perching over human heads, they stay out of reach and fly over head with their very own intensions in mind and never that of another. The presence of freedom has the propensity to be quite harmful eventually too, just as does the absence of it. The case in favour of true freedom is that it allows choice, and choice makes the man. It is the main difference in humanity’s tangible essence over its adopted civility.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?
These intimate songs we sing
Blend aged dreams into a ring
That weds our gendered stew
In matrimonial oneness not new.

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AFRICANS HUNT IN AFRICA

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Gone were the days when natives of the African continent were caricatured as red fat-lipped human flesh cooking and eating cannibals. They have only recently started to actualize that picture. They have made the initial label appear like a futuristic fictional work and not the old missionary tale it was. Native Africans have graduated into mean heartless people who chop off their fellow natives limbs, lynch, massacre and burn up the neighbour’s corpses with impunity. They are marauders that kill and roast the corpses of neighbours, in their homes like hunters.

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(Excerpts from ‘Sporting Chance’ in ‘Everyone hates the English’)

All sports are really silly juvenile play in a sense. Partakers and spectators alike, love competitive sports because of its semblance of a life of manageable fun and the larger human drama it samples. It is a sequence of testing controlled effort against visible resistance in established circumstances. The thrilling mysteries in the unending sequence of match ups and the unpredictability of the results of all games, adds to the fun. The fun in sports is not suppose to make sense, all kinds of play shouldn’t. Play is fun because it is illogical and only saddists empathize with the naïve old Indian village Chief who thought he had solved a perennial football problem by comically recommending that the twenty two players on the pitch are given a soccer ball each to end their pointless running around like a herd of mad cows.

The purposeful running around is what Vijay loves the most in football. Vijay is crazy about football, considering it the king of sports with the best all round athletes in every regard. He agrees football is indeed a gentleman’s sport, played by hooligans because it teaches manners and tests character. Rugby truly likens the hooligan’s sport, played by gentlemen because it alters character and in its very physical fashion, it emphasizes brute force ahead of skills and intelligence. Golf is a long walk on the grass, cattle do that. Polo is the kings’ sport and only the horses are really skillful. Horse racing is for servants of kings, with the royals ever present to observe their subjects and domain. It is unfair to call horse racing a sport, unfair to plowing bulls and the slaving peasants whipping their beasts into line, without their fellow impoverished brethren betting and cheering in the trees.

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Then there is the similarity of the common footballer to everyone else in the world that wishes to excel in life. Footballers are typical average athletes, they are amongst the world’s most selfish people and their work is just doing yet another of the world’s selfish hypocritical jobs. They are talented and a bio-engineered reality that manifests as a combination of highly skillful performers and acting stunt men. Footballers have to make out they care about the billions of passionate fans who actually do care about them, their physical, emotional and healthy state. At the pinnacle of their careers, footballers are incredibly well paid to do what they would ordinarily do for virtually nothing in return. If they don’t get a penny for doing their jobs, they will still get the same jobs as unpaid players, until they can’t do so.

Like millions of their less fortunate colleagues who don’t get opportunities and fall on the wayside, all footballers still don’t aspire for anything other than a paid job. Vijay always knew he wouldn’t do anything else but play football and when he discovers he finds little fun in playing football then he will get out of it. But the truth is, he wouldn’t truly enjoy doing it if he is not being paid to do it. The thrill of the game is sublime yet as addictive as the gospel to a Jesuit. The referees can go to hell with their calls and the spectators can chew their nails to the quick with tension, but the world of the footballer is his alone, nothing else exists. Families must wait, friends must worship for notice and religion is best handle like underpants, you might have one on or not, it doesn’t matter. Life is the game first.

SPORTS FOR PLAYERS

The Coach isn’t selfless but human too,
He is the person with a plan for everyone.
With abilities as experience all learnt anew;
He is an optimist, patient as sure as the sun.

The Player obeys the norms and urge,
Enjoying the dreamt up living, yet real.
Dancing to all songs with a new surge,
Blinding days are lit with a light to feel.

The Sport is heartless and demanding,
All companies it keeps are envious of it.
Consuming lust filled, never satisfying;
On its sure ride it will keep every bit.

The Game is simple and easy to chase,
Embraced in choices to choose and make.
Stages of gains at every level of the race
Made the whole thing Sports for players’.

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CHILDREN LOVE A ‘WHY STORY’ THE MOST

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It is a fact that children love to hear a ‘WHY STORY’ most of all. I learned this by complete chance and this revelation had set me on my greatest literary adventure yet.

A ‘WHY STORY’ is a very believable fictional story about why animals exhibit certain biological and behavioral characteristics. For ages adults told these sort of stories to their children and used them to thrill, entertain and educate them.

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JOIN ME!!

YOU & YOUR CHILDREN WILL BE HOOKED.

When my grandson was a couple of months away from his fourth birthday, he thought sleeping was some sort of punishment. He dreaded going to bed and we could only put him to bed after he nods off to sleep in a chair or on the floor, while playing with his toys. When he rarely gets into bed awake, only imaginary reptiles and small animals lurking on the floor, would keep him in bed until he sleeps off. He was terrified of small animals but regards squashing tiny insects his birthright.
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The boy loves stories and adores hearing them, like most children do. He also likes telling stories himself, in his childish nonsensical style. The first time I told him a ‘WHY STORY’, he loved it so much that he told everybody else. Going to bed became much easier, with a promise to tell him a ‘WHY STORY’. He always has questions and these gave birth to another and yet another ‘WHY STORY’. He got into bed with little prompting and sleep time became a lot easier for all of us.

A ‘WHY STORY’ thrills and entertains children, it also educates them on the simplest things and builds their imagination. Read the words creatively, at the level of the child. Add a bit of something here or there, to make it more fun as the words paint pictures in the child’s mind. Few children stay awake after a ‘WHY STORY’ ends and they always want to hear it again and others like it, over again.

This Valentine and always afterwards, read your child a ‘WHY STORY’.

HERE ARE TWO GREAT STORIES TO START WITH-

WHY LIZARDS CRAWL:
Lizards were lazy creatures and got their name for their laziness. They walk slowly on two legs and were not as fast as dogs, who had always walked on their four legs. The Lizards have sharp crafty tongues and can talk themselves out of any trouble, but are not quite smart. That was long before they had to scurry about in secret places, crawling in sneaky fashion, hiding away from everybody else.

WHY CHICKENS WALK:
There is a simple tale behind why chickens do not fly like most other birds do and it is the story of a young boy who wanted to have more fun than it is safe to have. Chickens were wise brave birds and once had long thick feathers in their wings, when they flew as high as eagles. Chickens were the oldest flying birds in the world back then because it took them long to grow thick feathers in their wings.

The bold prints and simple words in these books makes it easy for children to read themselves, in due course. The captivating tale encourages children to improve their reading skills.

Adults and children alike, enjoy reading, telling and hearing a ‘WHY STORY’.

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FREEDOM IS THE BEST TEACHER

An excerpts from the Fever: Rising Temperature of Fever (Book II)

 

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“When Daraba inquired why she couldn’t go to a school like all the other children they met in Badagry, Thomas paused before answering her truthfully. In her juvenile inferiority she was being quite reasonable as she points how humiliating it was for her, not being able to tell other children which school she went to. Thomas put her down and looked down straight into her clear innocent eyes, with a discernment that excuses the implied immaturity in her purpose for asking the easy question beleaguering her innocent thoughts. That lone question hadn’t imposed on him any condition but as if she had pulled on the clutches of the responsibilities he had taken on by firstly having her and secondly, making every important early decision for her, the girl forced her father to fraternize with the true reality of their relationship objectively. He felt the freedom of his parenthood turn ultimately into a sort of bondage. His scales of values drastically altered to suit his thoughts of her as his adorable young child and an inquisitive adult in the future.”

“The blunt instructive strokes of fate continue to paddle behind every living swimmer. The earthly powered chariot that carries forth the living person is dragged by the indomitable horses of destiny. They pull him along almost gamely in leaps of momentary progresses and failures. They take instructions and veer left or right, but are dependent upon to pull on until the ride ends. The horses of destiny will rather keep their hooves than have horns because they can move on only freely but cannot pierce and create a route. Time would show how ideal the couple’s choice to personally instruct their children is. Surely the nature of the character thrown into the knowledge their children had readily acquired has proven to be good at its earliest stage. Desire for personal freedom is found in every human heart, but it has to be identified and made functional by the sort of tutelage the person receives initially, from the children’s earliest time of existence.

1479164_235902523237918_1047007564_n“It is most often a neglected responsibility of the parents to point out freedom early to their children. That is mainly because it suits the easier form of instructing the child under subtle duress rather than appealing to the child’s blurred and yet unclear sense of fairness, priority and selfless reasoning. The child must be relied on as a grownup, to ensure he or she is lifted beyond all the sorts of pettiness and confusions of temporal life and its ever present pressures of suitable choices. When the child’s individual attributes grows up into its final form, it maintains the basic ethics learned. As adults near most answers, they conclude their choices for sincere good or lustful bad not by drawing from lessons of their personal discoveries. Instead they gain from flooded tides of released strife and confusion which intoxicates with hatred and malice they hadn’t been allowed to conquer as kids.”

“Out of everything that transpires in a child’s youthful process of choosing, comes that enduring compromise, waxing eloquently about in the real virtues of freedom. The popular notion admonishes that perseverance erodes the quality of time spent at it, but the chastening factors endured are by no means mere acts of discipline. They are in fact instructive instruments, perpetually caught up and retained in the reins of necessary human hope to exist quite admirably. A child’s growth should not be bathe in a one sided intercourse with life so that it is controlled. Lessons beaten into the kid’s psyche shouldn’t be actuated by the child’s willpower being trampled on. A child of such creation stays back from the rest of the world like a heckler, criticizing others for the mere fun of it only.

1383694_393265510803191_2035379127_n“Such children will be wholly dependent on the hardened eccentric tendencies with so much vicious temper and a wicked loud attitude. They would function as if they hate their own bodies and life itself. While in the child that had fewer restrictions placed on their childhood choices would develop that great boldness in dealing with life and its many tasking hassles later on. That pretext of shielding away the hurting effects of a richly rewarding life that comes with sincere knowledge from childhood, only impairs the adolescent’s choice even further.

“Parents who do this only plot in vain for their children because the pressures of external origins will end up misguiding their children and confusing them even further. But when the guided children make their own choices, regardless of the many impediments associated with doing so, then their achievements aren’t ever exceeded in their overlaying importance. It is the parents’ responsibility to hold onto the child at their early time of need. Support them until they are able to stand on their feet and walk. Then they must quietly withdraw and allow them freedom to begin to learn. It isn’t the parents’ calling to shackle their child’s decisions.”

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FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

Faith abounds and is free,

Freedom is force being absent.

Force is ever there to see,

Freedom has force not faith;

Freedom is faith and not free.

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Nigeria is a Fever

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“Through eventful years the sticks ever pile,
Hopes with the trunk that vomits emptiness.”

The recent loudly revisited agitation for a Biafran state from Nigeria calls for another look at my poem “Fever” and excerpts from my Fever Series (Books I-V), where I told a somewhat fictional historical tale of the Nigerian state. I am currently rewriting the series and almost done.

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FEVER

Through eventful years the sticks ever pile,
Hopes with the trunk that vomits emptiness.
The mighty broom swept so long a mile,
Still dirt abounds as its proud fruitfulness.
Mourning tears leave this feeling of numbness.

Eras of evolution has not changed the egg,
The needs of man same and ever will be so.
Maybe a broom will kill lizards on a clay keg
And not break it too like the stick did before.
In this concoction only soluble particles’ temperatures soar.

Promise of the lands are all pointing,
Yet the future is hot food in the mouth.
Bodies buried and alive, had and are, waited and waiting,
For the joy in swallowing and satisfaction they sought.
Over hard filled years waiters without appetite rot.

The dogs in this story are the traitorous pigs,
Their patriotism is fake like sweeping grains with a rake.
Locusts that plunder the field leaving tiny dry twigs,
Their determined whispers stir reasoning ideally fake;
These dishonourable gentle heads that ache.

The locusts ate the grains, the rake wasted the rest.
The broom was left so little in its fold.
In this farm, pigs serve dogs for it’s their best.
The egg will likely shatter in hands that shouldn’t hold.
They chest indifferently the agony of the rest in the cold
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Excerpts from Fever Series Books I
“Through eventful years the sticks of time ever pile, just like the people, what they represent and what represents them. The people have become a loose fitting collection that isn’t a strapped up and bonded broom, just like their land that is rich and rife with such inspirational promise.

“Nigerians are willing to be bonded up as one unit but they couldn’t possibly give an ear to the assumed wisdom in the words and experiences of their past. The people have since learnt the hard way that the sweets they have are actually sour and the sour taste is soon made bitter by their refusal to swallow their constant rejection of dependence on any sort of bonding.

“Though Nigerians are reflectively one and their historical past the same, the people can only remonstrate together over trivial issues, reminiscent of their ancestors and their quaint past that they endlessly repeat in their infantile present.”

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Fever: Gentle Aching Fever (Book IV)
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Fever: The Coldness of Fever (Book V)
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