A MESSAGE TO THE PERTURBED.
By
Idiege, Noel J.
As usual in the bathroom, the mind wandered in thought again.
Na how we go take celebrate this season? it asked rhetorically.
Barely six days to Papa Yuletide and we still dey like dis? Before u know dem go shout hapi new year!!
Money no dey, Christmas cloth no dey, no shoes to wear, no gift to share, no fine wrist watch, necklace, ear-rings and bangles, even food to chop on that day na wahala.
Papa sorrowfully consoled himself saying; me I no get problem o! but na dat my five years old daughter, na her own be d problem. If I no chop food on that day, nobody go know, but if I no give dat my pikin anything on that day, she sef no go dey happy and people go know say d season no sweet reach belle for my side.
Sitting in church and listening quietly to the Priest's sermon; the season is not all about what to eat and drink, but a period of showing love, kindness, mutual care and sharing, compassion, a season of almsgiving and thanksgiving.
How something can come out from nothing was the thought that ran through his mind.
He lamented further; if I open mouth talk now, people wey get food go say "Christ is the Reason for the Season". Na person wey get something fit give something na.
The society today is so designed in such a way that we cannot run away from the reality of things. This drift in our mental disposition is what have led to the eventual distortion of the essence of the season.
But we shan't run away from the reality of things. The season is undoubtedly incomplete without Love and the aura of Gratefulness. It is indeed a time when both the capable and incapable are desirous of that which is peculiar about the season, anticipating both the expected and unexpected.
So painfully misconstrued to be a season of powerful prayers and evil happenings. A season when everyone wants to make the profit they couldn't make for close to ten months, so that they can journey back to their various hometowns feeling like a money making demi-god and goddess. The purpose of which is actualized by hook or by crook. A season when those who have never smelt the church compound for 364days are found praying tirelessly for the preservation of life. The greatest sinner is assumed to be sleeping in the house that night.
So I cry when I realize that people kill themselves over chickens and goat meats they couldn't afford for the past eleven months...leading them to some sort of mental ailment. Whereas Mr. Alabi bought five hens and two goats for his family alone! How pathetic, we bother our minds over issues that demands little or no stress.
If not for the widespread of the cobwebs socioculturally constructed to becloud our minds, what differentiates the work of the Christmas or New Year clothes and food from the ones we have been wearing and eating??
Oh! how wrong it is for Aunty Chinyere to give me rice and soft drink only on Christmas day. How thoughtful of you Uncle, to remember us only because it is the first day of the year. Compliments of the Season, Baba greeted me since the past eleven months, as a bag of rice was dragged into his room.
This is the reality of the season. Shall we run away from it? Why not we pay less attention to brood over events that are seasonal, and face the reality of living rather than bother ourselves mentally or take lives just for a distorted momentary pleasure.
The message be say, make u no go kill yourself for wetin your hand no reach. If u no get cloth, buy clothes anytime wey d money come, whether na December or March, e no matter. If money to chop chicken for August dey, chop am. Help anybody wey u fit help anytime, no wait till Christmas or New Year time.
Hence, live everyday humanely possible as a new day. The Yuletide is simply a time to celebrate Christmas. It is a mass for Christ. Thus, celebrate Christ everyday of your life. Until the day it never dawns after dusk, the difference between Dec 31 and Jan 1 is only a change in our calendar.
Oga comot for bathroom abeg!!!
By
Idiege, Noel J.
As usual in the bathroom, the mind wandered in thought again.
Na how we go take celebrate this season? it asked rhetorically.
Barely six days to Papa Yuletide and we still dey like dis? Before u know dem go shout hapi new year!!
Money no dey, Christmas cloth no dey, no shoes to wear, no gift to share, no fine wrist watch, necklace, ear-rings and bangles, even food to chop on that day na wahala.
Papa sorrowfully consoled himself saying; me I no get problem o! but na dat my five years old daughter, na her own be d problem. If I no chop food on that day, nobody go know, but if I no give dat my pikin anything on that day, she sef no go dey happy and people go know say d season no sweet reach belle for my side.
Sitting in church and listening quietly to the Priest's sermon; the season is not all about what to eat and drink, but a period of showing love, kindness, mutual care and sharing, compassion, a season of almsgiving and thanksgiving.
How something can come out from nothing was the thought that ran through his mind.
He lamented further; if I open mouth talk now, people wey get food go say "Christ is the Reason for the Season". Na person wey get something fit give something na.
The society today is so designed in such a way that we cannot run away from the reality of things. This drift in our mental disposition is what have led to the eventual distortion of the essence of the season.
But we shan't run away from the reality of things. The season is undoubtedly incomplete without Love and the aura of Gratefulness. It is indeed a time when both the capable and incapable are desirous of that which is peculiar about the season, anticipating both the expected and unexpected.
So painfully misconstrued to be a season of powerful prayers and evil happenings. A season when everyone wants to make the profit they couldn't make for close to ten months, so that they can journey back to their various hometowns feeling like a money making demi-god and goddess. The purpose of which is actualized by hook or by crook. A season when those who have never smelt the church compound for 364days are found praying tirelessly for the preservation of life. The greatest sinner is assumed to be sleeping in the house that night.
So I cry when I realize that people kill themselves over chickens and goat meats they couldn't afford for the past eleven months...leading them to some sort of mental ailment. Whereas Mr. Alabi bought five hens and two goats for his family alone! How pathetic, we bother our minds over issues that demands little or no stress.
If not for the widespread of the cobwebs socioculturally constructed to becloud our minds, what differentiates the work of the Christmas or New Year clothes and food from the ones we have been wearing and eating??
Oh! how wrong it is for Aunty Chinyere to give me rice and soft drink only on Christmas day. How thoughtful of you Uncle, to remember us only because it is the first day of the year. Compliments of the Season, Baba greeted me since the past eleven months, as a bag of rice was dragged into his room.
This is the reality of the season. Shall we run away from it? Why not we pay less attention to brood over events that are seasonal, and face the reality of living rather than bother ourselves mentally or take lives just for a distorted momentary pleasure.
The message be say, make u no go kill yourself for wetin your hand no reach. If u no get cloth, buy clothes anytime wey d money come, whether na December or March, e no matter. If money to chop chicken for August dey, chop am. Help anybody wey u fit help anytime, no wait till Christmas or New Year time.
Hence, live everyday humanely possible as a new day. The Yuletide is simply a time to celebrate Christmas. It is a mass for Christ. Thus, celebrate Christ everyday of your life. Until the day it never dawns after dusk, the difference between Dec 31 and Jan 1 is only a change in our calendar.
Oga comot for bathroom abeg!!!
Bro, this is fire! The imagery you've so effortlessly created in my head has made me realize how much i miss writing. Nice one bro🙌
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