Month: April 2015

THE END OF A GENTLE SOUL

He was born a gentle soul, with a gentle heart and a gentle face. What a beauty to behold. His smile enough to melt the ice off a frozen life. On that very fateful and faithless day, when the doom of manhood was revealed, and the fella in gusto and high spirits, desirous to perpetrate his usual air of highness and attain satisfaction, barged into the room. She had been accepting this all the while, hopeful the much awaited golden streak would one day burst out of the gray. But as usual, this only loomed and loomed in the corridor, and no one dared fish it out.

As he thrust his will of power, the gentle soul’s seed was sown. The harsher the thrust, it seemed to be the gentler the soul. As way leads to way, the gentlest mix was made and the gentle soul breathed.

Seasons passed and life began to flow. That ever gentle face did not deter her from thrusting gentleness into the ungentle home of refuse. Surrounded by putrefying carcasses, unwanted junk from the meaningless and futile stub that inhabits man, the ever horrid and torrid haven that seemed to lay bare the simple existence of this gentle soul.

babyThere the bitches, mutts or mongrels, birds and flies and bugs were its lone acquaintances. And did I forget the meanest ones of the earth, the worms and maggots. Yet through it all the gentle soul did not lose its gentleness. Or perhaps it did, but itself remained unaware. The gentle seeds within were oozing out of the gentle souls.

In the midst of this imbroglio the gentle embryo’s beam seemed to pull in a hub of dangerous faces; faces like those of she who confided it to such rootage; faces like those of he who sowed the seed in an ignoble manner; faces like those of he who glided away as the dust does at the coming of the rain; faces like those of she who chooses the path of a seeming “no choice” in impishness and utter disregard for the gentle soul – that gentle seed that was in her sown, and in her borne, and from her born.

Yet the sunshine in the grey, that streaked lasted but for a while. It seemed to have garnered all the gloom from the faces who looked down on it; faces of him, faces of her. How to live life as refuse, withdrawn from refuse, with none to comrade with. The scorn of peers and society, the scorn of self. A constant reminder the gentle soul knew no gentility from inception right unto this time of deception.

Through time all, the homes reject; the confines of a bastardized society which lives no space for “bastards”. Through the search for belonging, the street is a gentler solace; with arms as wide open, gentle and loving, as that of she who bore the gentle soul. Yet she was far away, and not a glimpse of her throughout the all. What could have been through her mind, and still be, that she wasn’t moved by the gentleness of the gentle soul’s gentle face.

Refuse from self, from her, from him, from home, from life. In the cool and calm embrace of Mother Street, the gentle soul finds a home. Why not enjoy the freedom to be free? Why not celebrate the company of those who value? Why not show some strength from one once considered weak, vulnerable, defenseless, refuse? Why not be all that you can be?

jailExcept that one’s freedom often ends where another’s starts; even for the gentlest of souls. So the gentle soul, filled with ignoble parts of life, steps on the toes of freedom and falls off the cliff of life. Not so for all though, but this gentle soul found no way back up its toes. Way past for a reboot in this physical, but perhaps in the one beyond.

Yet he who gave the seed, and she who grew it, live off a side of earth not registered in the gentle soul’s annals.

 

To all those who have at any point in time cast out a gentle soul, either under full cognizance or impelled by supposed persons or circumstances; to all those who have at any point in time cast ignoble seeds of gentle souls, either under full cognizance or else and spurred someone to cast out a gentle soul, the gentle hands of the Gentlest heart is still open for repentant hearts.

Matthew 18 v 6

But whoso shall offend/cause to stumble one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. (King James Bible)

If we repent, and confess our sins, God Almighty is faithful and just to forgive and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9).

God bless y’all.

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“…nobody’s ambition is worth the blood of any Nigerian…” – Goodluck Jonathan

nigeria“As I have always affirmed, nobody’s ambition is worth the blood of any Nigerian. The unity, stability and progress of our dear country is more important than anything else”.

Last Saturday, March 28, 2015, Nigerians took to the polls to elect a president amid tension and high security concerns. The two main presidential candidates, outgoing Goodluck Ebelle Jonathan and incoming General Muhammadu Buhari signed an agreement to prevent violence in the tightly contested elections earlier on March 26.

The two promised to respect the outcome of a credible poll and urged their supporters to refrain from violence, the BBC reported.

With results announced in all states, opposition candidate General Buhari of the All Progressives Congress (APC) won the presidential election by more than 2.1 million votes. Outgoing president Goodluck Jonathan of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) conceded defeat on 31 March in elections marking the first time an incumbent president loses re-election in Nigeria.

I read through the Nigerian President’s speech acknowledging opposition’s victory in last weekend’s general election, and stumbled upon this powerful part – “As I have always affirmed, nobody’s ambition is worth the blood of any Nigerian…”

Such an opinion to me resonates victory, and afterward Goodluck confirms that “Today, the PDP should be celebrating rather than mourning. We have established a legacy of democratic freedom, transparency, economic growth and free and fair elections“.

To get to a point where personal ambition is set aside for the good of a country, already marred by so much bloodshed, speaks so much for the better.

Experts believe the outgoing president has been very instrumental in preventing unrest, in his concession of defeat. A disputed result would very probably have sent the country riding a bumpy path.

Later in the statement, the outgoing president says “I promised the country free and fair elections. I have kept my word”.

Gen. Buhari takes office by the end of May 2015, and prospects already seem blissful, as less than 24 hours since the proclamation of results, the Nigerian national index and currency has soared.

Left to see how well the polemized Boko Haram insurgency in the North East of the country will be handled, for the greater good of the Nigerian people.