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The Joy of Tomorrow.

The page says “share your story here”, so this is my story…..

I was born on the day world war 1 began, I came out of the womb to the smell of gunpowder and smoke, to the shout of soldiers and the cry of the dying. I was thrown into a place that was supposed to be better, but was at that moment at its worst or so I thought.

I grew up with men without limbs as evidence of our greed and hatred for each other. I saw men blind from shrapnel but can still see the human heart perfectly.

I did not see war, I lived war. I have seen many wars including 2 global (world) wars. I have seen men choose hatred,fear, paranoia and selfishness over the inherent good that is in all of us.

But though my life was birthed in war and forged in conflict I have never lost hope ,” that the good in each of us will always triumph over the bad”.

And that’s what has kept me going all these years, the hope of a GOOD TOMORROW.

It makes me go through life’s challenges with courage and plough through my obstacles with strength. It encourages me to look forward and not backwards, to hold on to the future and not yesterday.

The belief that each of us has an infinite capacity for good keeps me on the road of hope and on this pilgrims journey.

It makes me not be surprised by the warmongering in our nations and our families but to look out for that sliver of hope in the midst of the chaos.

Like the picture of the 5yr old boy shielding his sister from gunfire in Iraq or the picture of the stunned boy rescued from a bomb attack in Syria. Glimmers of the humanity we desperately seek to diminish today.

And so I call on fellow men and women who are tired of “the fallen nature of man” to give a hand in this new revival, to breathe new life and resurrect our fallen nature, to once again make us look forward to “the joy of tomorrow”.

This is a mixture of fiction and reality tailored to give us hope and banish despair.

©Fr

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The Dilemma of waiting

The dog…. O the dog…
You are the symbol of waiting.

They said you ate the fat bone
But only because you waited.

And I dare ask O dog

Is it because other dogs were blind?
Or because they were generous?

Patience is not complacency
Waiting responsibly is patience.

When you till the ground and sow
Then you wait for the harvest.

When you do the needful
Then you wait for success.

The “patient dog” has long been misunderstood.

He has been labelled patient
But could have been the runt of the litter.

To wait or not
To be patient or not

That’s the dilemma of today
The tragedy of the choice.
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©Fr

Is God a feminist?

If you believe in God, then you will understand
He made them “man and woman”.

Both equal and none better
The same hand created, the same  breath of life for both.

Man to provide and protect
Woman to help and direct.

To help not to be enslaved
To direct not to be made inconsequential.

To provide not to ” rule”
To protect not to dominate.

With destinies intertwined
One’s success is tied to the other’s sacrifice.

But selfishness made one think he is better
Society made the other become a footstool.

But in the creator’s mind they are both the same
Made by purpose destined for greatness.

Who are you O man?
A child of your creator or a product of your greed for power?

Where are you O woman?
Oppressed into obsolescence or lost in the shadows striving to be who you are made to be?

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©Fr

Hope whispers

There was a time when I could only talk about my tomorrow in whispers. This was because it was so fragile, I was afraid the wind will blow it away. But today I am here, and what was once a dream is now my reality.
Hope is indispensable to the attainment of your goals and the fulfillment of your dreams. It is indispensable for a better tomorrow.
No matter how bad it is now, dare to dream and have the courage to hope for an awesome tomorrow.

Random quips

(From the archives)

Death is not the end . It is rather the beginning of eternity.
Emotions are not weaknesses. They are fulcrums upon which we define our humanity.
Time is not unlimited. It is measured in the rising and setting of the sun.
Hope does not die. It lasts forever for he who so desires it.
Risk is not jumping off a bridge, hoping the water will save you. It is rather jumping off a bridge after making sure the factors that will aid your fall and cushion your landing are in place.
A drunk is not always wrong. Sometimes he says the truth that we dont want to hear.
Being alive is not about sleeping and waking. It is about having an interaction with people and environment, being felt wherever you go.
Religion is not about mosques, churches, temples or other places of worship. It is about your personal relationship with God.
Expertise is not about knowing everything. Its about knowing enough of everything to have a meaningful conversation.
Sight is beyond what the eyes see. It is more about what the mind perceives.
Care is not about provision. Its about your being present when necessary.
Books may hold the key to knowledge. But life experience holds the key to wisdom.
Patience is not always rewarding. But it is always hopeful and fulfilling.
Music is not just about sound. It is about both sound and words.
Animal pets can’t take the place of human friends. No matter the argument you put forward, they are still animals and you still need to relate with your species.
Passion can’t be subdued. It always finds a way to boil over and give excitement when needed.
It is not hard to dress well. You are always addressed as you are dressed.
The sun is not just to light your path. Its there to tell you that “another cycle has begun, make the best of it.”
Your boss is not your friend. He/she is a “slave driver” that must make returns to his/her own bosses.
No matter how bad your day is take a minute to relive your successes and victories, your good times and great times. And in them find courage and hope to attempt life again on a positive note.

I do my crying in the rain

As a young boy I was used to the phrase “big boys don’t cry”, it was supposed to be a motivation for me to hold back my tears when I felt it necessary to let it rain. And then I got older and became a “big boy” and then the phrase changed to “strong men don’t cry”.
The show of emotions among men has long been seen as a sign of weakness, from the early civilizations of Egypt and Greece to the Romans and the Persians even to the Chinese and Aztec empires of old, the man has been trained and taught to be stoic and emotionless. In the African society where I live it is almost a taboo for a man to cry and in some African cultures it is even abominable to be seen playing and laughing with your children or wife. So children grow up feeling unloved by their fathers and struggle to understand why. So it becomes absolutely impossible for him to show love because he never saw it shown, he never saw his dad express a positive emotion so he can’t comprehend the need to express it.
To say that the African society is male centric is just stating the obvious, across the plains of Africa are many cultures that have transition rituals into manhood. Teenage boys most of the time have to go through these rites of passage to be seen as men in the particular culture in question. The requirements vary from circumcision to living apart from your family for a while. It goes from the mundane to the scary and dangerous. All tailored to turn the mind into a vault from which emotions cannot leak out consciously or unconsciously.
There is an absolute human type, the masculine…
Man superbly ignores the fact that his anatomy also includes glands,
such as the testicles, and that they secrete hormones…He believes he apprehends objectivity.
Simone de Beauvoir

The result of these indoctrinations are both positive and negative but does not take into consideration the fragile psyche of some of these boys who in the name of transition become unhinged for life.
But today my focus is not on the vast psychological disadvantages of gender stereotyping but on the one flaw that is largely unnoticed when these boys become men; their inability to have appropriate emotional responses and have proper emotional connections.
At some time in history it might have been necessary to teach a boy that crying is not a masculine past time, but in the affairs of today, the ability of an individual to own his emotions and express them freely and appropriately gives him an edge in life. Ever wonder why the rate of hypertension and strokes are spiking among Africans, or why the African male has a shorter life span than that of the woman?
The stereotype that a crying man is a woman or less of a man has made a lot of men learn to bottle up their emotions , positive emotions at that and have no problems manifesting the negative ones. So a man that will find it difficult to laugh with his wife, who wants to appear serious all the time so that he can maintain a semblance of authority, has no qualms in beating the wife or the child into oblivion because he has to be the man. His inability to express his positive emotions gives the “dark side” a lot of playing ground.
In movie terms since his dark energy has no good energy to balance it out, the dark runs wild because there is no counterbalanced effect of the good energy.
I know psychologists will have a beautiful name to give this malady, but in a way it is not more than a systematically cultivated emotional apathy.
Today the savvy man finds a way to let out these emotions, even though some women may also term him emotional, but all the same he finds a way to rejuvenate himself and be human.
To feel is to be human, to agree that you feel makes you even more human and to express that feeling put you on top of the species.
As a man you have to liberate yourself from the same shackles that held your father down, I am not talking of economic chains or political ones but of emotional restrictions that have made us servant to our negative emotions.
I am learning everyday on how to express how I feel, to play and laugh and roll on the floor. I don’t want my kids to ever question my love for them or my wife to think I cant share in her pain. I want to be able to cry with my family when the time calls for it and laugh when it’s necessary. I don’t want my kids to keep difficulties and challenges from me because I look unapproachable.
I may sound selfish, but that’s just me I don’t want to cry in the rain anymore, I want the people I love to see me express my feelings and own those feelings. I know its a long tortuous journey, but moving is better than stagnation.