Arnold takes us on five basic rules Successful people follow.
Arnold takes us on five basic rules Successful people follow.
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I sit outside the house alone. It’s hot inside and few hours ago our house was filled with people who came to pay their last respect to my late sister. I’ve been busy, mentally and emotionally that I hardly had time for my physical self. People who knew me observed that I lost weight.
Three weeks and counting I’m still busy, on the road, to and fro the hospital she died in, paying medical bills, receiving visitors and other family errands, making arrangements for her burial which is fixed this Thursday, 20 February and my work. I recall my last discussions with my sister and how we all laughed over a joke. She is no more to share this life, no evening Bollywood or chats, no dinner or singing, no one to tease and no one to tell silly jokes. Indeed, life and its vain pursuits can be funny.
It’s human to feel pain, to feel sad and to be grateful for life. I’m consoled as a Christian and believe that my sister rests, perfectly in peace.
Good night everyone.
A shepherd had a faithful dog, called Sultan, who was grown very old, and had lost all his teeth. And one day when the shepherd and his wife were standing together before the house the shepherd said, “I will shoot old Sultan tomorrow morning, for he is of no use now.” But his wife said, “Pray let the poor faithful creature live; he has served us well a great many years, and we ought to give him a livelihood for the rest of his days.” “But what can we do with him?” said the shepherd, “he has not a tooth in his head, and the thieves don’t care for him at all; to be sure he has served us, but then he did it to earn his livelihood; tomorrow shall be his last day, depend upon it.”
Poor Sultan, who was lying close by them, heard all that the shepherd and his wife said to one another, and was very much frightened to think tomorrow would be his last day; so in the evening he went to his good friend the wolf, who lived in the wood, and told him all his sorrows, and how his master meant to kill him in the morning. “Make yourself easy,” said the wolf, “I will give you some good advice. Your master, you know, goes out every morning very early with his wife into the field; and they take their little child with them, and lay it down
behind the hedge in the shade while they are at work. Now do you lie down close by the child, and pretend to be watching it, and I will come out of the wood and run away with it; you must run after me as fast as you can, and I will let it drop; then you may carry it back, and they will think you have saved their child, and will be so thankful to you that they will take care of you as long as you live.” The dog liked this plan very well; and accordingly so it was managed. The wolf ran with the child a little way; the shepherd and his wife screamed out; but Sultan soon overtook him, and carried the poor little thing back to his master and mistress. Then the shepherd patted him on the head, and said, “Old Sultan has saved our child from the wolf, and therefore he shall live and be well taken care of, and have plenty to eat. Wife, go home, and give him a good dinner, and let him have my old cushion to sleep on as long as he lives.” So from this time forward Sultan had all that he could wish for.
Soon afterwards the wolf came and wished him joy, and said, “Now, my good fellow, you must tell no tales, but turn your head the other way when I want to taste one of the old shepherd’s fine fat sheep.” “No,” said Sultan; “I will be true to my master.” However, the wolf thought he was in joke, and came one night to get a dainty morsel. But Sultan had told his master what the wolf meant to do; so he laid wait for him behind the barn door, and when the wolf was busy looking out for a good fat sheep, he had a stout cudgel laid about his back, that combed his locks for him finely. Then the wolf was very angry, and called Sultan “an old rogue,” and swore he would have his revenge. So the next morning the wolf sent the boar to challenge Sultan to come into the wood to fight the matter. Now Sultan had nobody he could ask to be his second but the shepherd’s old
three-legged cat; so he took her with him, and as the poor thing limped along with some trouble, she stuck up her tail straight in the air.
The wolf and the wild boar were first on the ground; and when they espied their enemies coming, and saw the cat’s long tail standing straight in the air, they thought she was carrying a sword for Sultan to fight with; and every time she limped, they thought she was picking up a stone to throw at them; so they said they should not like this way of fighting, and the boar lay down behind a bush, and the wolf jumped up into a tree. Sultan and the cat soon came up, and looked about and wondered that no one was there. The boar, however, had not quite hidden himself, for his ears stuck out of the bush; and when he shook one of them a little, the cat, seeing something move, and thinking it was a mouse, sprang upon it, and bit and scratched it, so that the boar jumped up and grunted, and ran away, roaring out, “Look up in the tree, there sits the one who is to blame.” So they looked up, and espied the wolf sitting amongst the branches; and they called him a cowardly rascal, and would not suffer him to come down till he was heartily ashamed of himself, and had promised to be good friends again with old Sultan.
Ah. It’s December the first again. The Year’s last born month. 😊
Good morning everyone. I wish you all a great month and merry Christmas in advance! 😘
Darkened clouds bark with dogs
When surging winds sweep through
The hamlet and nearby forest
Flying rain drops turn deep bass
Blowing out the sticky candle light,
Wrestling with tree branches, shaking window frames
Twisting away, undressing tied curtains
As the rain drops play on the glass
Ghostly lightning snap across the skies
Creating alien signatures on the dark night
So the hamlet enjoy their peaceful sleep
When mountain cold blow down the valley
Doctors, accountants, lawyers… These are just some of the dreams of the students at Destiny Community School in Zambia.
These underprivileged students love going to school. Help them continue their education. As you’ll see, they have bright hopes and dreams for their future.
Say not your voice has no power,
For we listened and heard you speak from radios,
And you spoke of many things, that helped not dying souls
They say humanity is not defined by guns nor skin
But look at kids wallow in great pain for no reason
Look not another way while we die
Lest violence infect all conscience,
A raised finger may halt a machete or bullet
But if all grow no fatigue in being silent
Remember humanity does not watch another die
Today I saw horrifying images of children starving and on the brink of death in Yemen. It’s very painful that in a sophisticated world, which had conquered deserts and ocean depths, with advanced science and technology, expeditions to the moon and other planets, we can’t find a way to settle disputes without throwing blows. Then we are still primitive in civil matters. Shameful indeed.
Please help me put out a word to end the strife going on in Yemen, Syria, South Sudan, Cameroon and wherever man is found.
Good morning from West Africa. It’s Friday and a bright new day. I wish I can throw a poetry (blog) party!
I’m very grateful to all my followers. I see your comments, likes and suggestions. Honestly, I’m happy knowing you are out there. It means a lot to me, Imeela!
Let’s do more.
Dusk is messenger of sunset, birds fly away, hills sink,
Fireflies become touches to guide the Shepherd through
hills and valleys; nothing troubles man and sheep more
than the thought of warm wool and smell of hay
Here’s another painting from ‘Jindu, my little brother. He’s amateur but I see talent.
This one is named “Granny’s Compound.” He explains why: “Whenever we were at Granny’s place, we had fun and played under the trees. Granny’s place is small but her heart is big, she accepted everyone.” Granny’s Compound was a melting pot, people came to her for advice and provisions and she shared the little she had. God bless her soul.
It takes imagination and creativity to come up with this and I love the simplicity.
My poems are like sounds of flowing water,
It tells of no serious things in particular;
But little of people that wash others’ feet
And the wild that call green forests home
It talks of fauns that hide in crevices
And dreamy waterfalls, happy to fall with currents,
Rushing, flowing in streams and rivers,
Out of sight, far away from our hamlet
Planting green seeds on all dry earth
And sometimes playing sounds
Under tree logs, behind boulders
Mimicking a bird’s singing
So that birds stop to listen
Your love is a balm to my heart
A healing elixir, refreshing my soul
For each time I lay beside humble waters,
I see streaks of sun rays escape through tree leaves
As beautiful sounds of water play a melodious tune
On World Cities Day, correspondents of CGTN Africa traveled to Gaborone, capital of Bostwana to find out what makes the city special and how governments can make improvements to increase accessibility for persons with disabilities.
January this year, I visited a friend in Abuja, Nigeria and she welcomed me with a juice. This juice was nourishing. I learned that it was Tiger nut milk mixed with coconut milk and crushed dates! It was quite tasty for a traditional drug!
Permit me to introduce the Tiger nut AKA Chufa and yellow nutsedge. If you are unsure why it’s called Tiger nut, you are not alone. We are in the same boat.
On closer examination, we can see that the color is dull yellow with tiny brown patches. Maybe, that’s why it’s called Tiger nut. It’s a common nut eaten as a snack in Africa. The grass grows wild but with greater market demand, it’s now cultivated. Sometimes the nuts are dried (for storage purposes) or sold fresh. There’s many varieties of the nut and in Nigeria for instance it is chiefly produced in the North.
Some health benefits of Tiger nut include:
1. Reduces blood sugar level
2. Acts as human aphrodisiac
3. Provides essential minerals
4. Its high fiber content aids digestion
5. Fights infections
6. Improves heart health, etc…
As you can see, Tiger nut is the total package. Get some for yourself, it’s a natural drug.
From Nature reserves to rivers/lakes and from beautiful valleys to exotic wildlife, Africa has a lot to offer. Welcome to this edition of Why You Should Visit Africa brought to you by Oiroegbu.com
1. Adventure: If you really love nature and adventure, then you should visit Africa. There’s so much to do and participate in. You can join a hunting party. You can learn how to craft spears, arrows and bows and how to use them! You can hike on mountainous terrains and ride on the back of Ostriches and Camels. You can navigate streams and crawl through caves. You can learn to climb the Palm tree without ropes or even swim with harmless Pythons and huge cat fishes!
2. Culture/Tradition/People: Africa is blessed with diverse traditions. These cultures are something you are not familiar with unless you have already been to Africa. The mode of dressing, socializing, language, history and folklore are some things you won’t see elsewhere. There’s taboo, there’s voodoo. If you visit Africa, you will experience unique cultures.
3. African Food/Delicacies: African dishes can be mouth watering. Have you heard of kunu, burukutu, fura, mmai nkwu, ngwo, mqobothi? These drinks are local brew which will keep you wanting more. You can enjoy some Suya too, a delicacy you won’t forget in a hurry. If you love good food and happen to be in Africa, you will definitely get affordable treats.
4. Safari/Nature Reserves: This perhaps is the main reason people visit Africa. With beautiful landscapes, tourism/hospitality businesses are on the rise. There are countless numbers of game and nature reserves. Large expanses of forests and wildlife are protected by the government. This also translates to opportunities for researchers and academicians. Tourists can camp in the wild, travel with guides for Safari, have dinner while watching the sun set in Africa and enjoy the best of natural things.
5. Industry/Economic Opportunities: Africa has been tagged the land of hope. There are numerous opportunities for businesses and entrepreneurs. With abundant raw materials, arable land and warm climate, cheap and young human resources, Africa is a growing hub for foreign investment. There are coal and Crude oil in Nigeria, gold and diamonds in South Africa, uranium in Niger republic, Timber and Iron ore in Congo Kinshasa and many more.
6. Warm climate/Tranquility: Rural Africa is a great place to live and heal. For holidays, rural campings are good escape from noisy towns and cities. There are many cities in Africa though but if you would like to make the most of your time in Africa, camp for a while in the countryside, socialize with locals and learn a thing or two from them. You will fall in love if you visit Africa.
7. Music/Dance: African music is enjoyed all over world. Most African songs are energetic in style and rhythm. Have you seen a live performance by natives? African songs are soul lifting and crave for dance. If you need to let out steam and have fun, witness a live performance by an African band.
This is all for now. I will write more on why you should visit Africa some other time. It’s a good night from Africa.
When there was love, I saw the clouds
Clear like the sweet spring water
Leaping, joyfully from rocks,
Falling, washing pebbles white,
And rushing to feed unknown lands
My friend Urvsh is holidaying in the Himalayan. She shares with us her images and videos.
The Himalayan range is located in the Indian subcontinent. Mt Everest, K2 and Kanchenjunga, some of the world’s highest peaks lies in the Himalayan range.
I came home to see my little brother’s drawing. He tries his hands on drawing and painting, and the least I can do is to encourage him. His work is littered all around the house, mostly in the living room. As you can see he had included his name in this drawing. 😀
This is a traditional African home, made of bamboo and roofed with grass. There’s a stair and a suspension made of strong bamboo stalk. This house is typical of the Niger Delta peoples of Southern Nigeria. ‘Jindu explains that this house portrays humility and contentment. And I call it “The Humble Home”, with his permission of course.
Image by Favour ‘Jindu Iroegbu
Sweet and wonderful are smell of dry air in the breezy and solitary open
LIke that of bread soaked in margarine, quasi burned in the oven
The taste is remindful of romantic acquaintances hewn to fields of Roses
Stretched afar, to where the lands open to other lands of colors and scents
The fineness of delicious scents, nose-alluring grow with the passing wind
The signal it passes undiluted, without mix of any kind, unpurified
Sometimes these scents come from the forsaken wild,
From dusts, pushed about by the browned roadside
Lonely nights come with these memories of pretty smells
Designed, packaged and yet revealed by Nature to all
Yesterday I trekked to the market square. During my lonely trek I met old friends and distant relatives. As noted before, in Africa we place much value on family and friends.
My trek was short, because the market was just around the corner. I bought two pieces of dried meat from a vendor, one for myself and the other for a distant relative who I ran into. After several pleasantries were exchanged with people and observing the sudden change in evening breeze, I decided to leave. Night was on her way.
Nothing changed since I left. The sunflies still bother me and other fair skinned people. The flies disturb before and after sun rise. Sun light is their nemesis.
I’m laying down enjoying the quiet evening, listening to the crickets and bugs quiz themselves. From the background, I hear children play outside and smell of cooking in the community. My dinner will be Fufu and Egusi soup, haha! Fufu is uhm, we call it swallow. It’s made from Cassava.
There’s an image of sun set. Nothing compares to quiet places.
Nada o! O nada o! Nada o! I’m back o!
Kuje kusanar, go and tell them!
Bring my jug, bring me kola, bring a mat,
For justice will be done to Mama’s soup pot
I must lay under the mango tree tonight
To watch the stars glitter and hear the crickets sing
Ah… I’m glad! I’m happy! Ina murna!
Go and inform them, I’m back!
Tell me who slept on my bamboo bed in my absence?
Who won the Okpa village wrestling competition?
Did the hunters bring any quarry
Or some palm wine tapper’s brew?
I long to dip in the cold currents of Kpere
And swim with the shy fingerlings…
I missed the Waterfalls,
And her sound when her water fall!
I missed the Hawk’s call from the hills
When the sun shine in the hot noon
I missed you crazy masquerades
And faces that blessed my childhood
Where you deh Oyine Mama?
Where you deh Oyine Papa?
I’m happy to see you again!
When you look at me, Mama nawa
When you smile at me… Ina murna!
Come and hear my story
Come and dine with me
Celebrate with my joyful self
It’s good to be back home!
Nada o: I’m back in Hausa language of Nigeria.
Kuje kusanar: Go and inform them
Mama nawa: my mama
Ina murna: I’m happy
Where you deh Oyine Papa/Mama: where are you my father/mother
Now listen dear child, listen attentively
To the forested hills, for they are your ancient brothers
To the birds, they carry gossip and might have answers
Watch the sunrise and sunset from tree branches
Search the valleys too, let your eyes behold our land
Feel the flowers with your finger tips
Smell the caking dust after the rain,
Feed your eyes with all that is left of here
And when- if you dream of other peoples’ land,
Remember you have a beautiful homeland!
Your father went to fight in the war
Last I saw him march, without a bye
The glory became pain,
You are what is left of him and I’m worried for you
Remember not to treat your woman and land so,
For there are other ways to be brave than guns
For my grandfather, Late Mazi Chinyere Abraham Duroha
World War 2 Veteran.
(God rest his soul)
The blue stream flow swift
Three patient toads sit aghast
Waiting for the current to pass
This is for you humble castle, beautiful succour and living citadel,
You whose roots are soft seats; you who shelter ants, mushrooms and birds,
Your leaves are shield from rain, you are a friend to all that may come
As we read through, let’s remember to play our role in protecting Earth’s vegetation and trees.
Smiles are colorful dresses,
Bright are the clouds that sail by,
Brighter are lips that wear loving smiles
Image by Botlhale Nyandeni
Every Dog is a Lion in his own gate.
Explanation: This metaphorical statement translates to every man is King in his own house.
He who shows himself at every place will someday look for a place to hide.
Explanation: Anyone who is always available to everyone will find it hard to keep a private life.
Smile beautiful flower
Let your tissues and petals
Bring warmth to all that see
Here’s an Igbo proverb made popular by Chinua Achebe: When Elephants fight the grass suffers.
There’s a Swahili version of it: When two Elephants fight the grass gets hurt.
Explanation: For instance, when a child’s parents fight or separate, the child suffers most. Also when there’s war or strife in a country the poor masses suffer the most.
Look at this fable and reflect why we should think twice before acting.
Two frogs lived together in a marsh. But one hot summer the marsh dried up and they left it to look for another place to live in, for frogs like damp places of they can get them. By and by they came to a deep well, and one of them looked down into it and said to the other, “This looks a nice cool place. Let us jump in and settle here.” But the other, who had a wiser head on his shoulders, replied, “Not so fast, my friend. Supposing this well dried up like the marsh, how should we get out again?”
The prudent person looks before leaping.
Here’s a Guinean Proverb: Knowledge of leadership is not plucked from the air, one is born with it.
Explanation: Selflessness, honesty, compassion and every other qualities of Leadership are groomed from good home training, personal decisions to live upright and treat others right.
Look at this proverb, what do you make of it?
Not everyone who chased the Zebra caught it, but he who caught it chased it.
– South African Proverb
Explanation: Sometimes what we want may not come the way we want it or we may not even achieve that! But then, to attempt to achieve something one must try.
How is everybody today? What are you guys reading for the weekend? I’m compiling a new reading list, anyone willing to share or suggest a book?
It’s almost bedtime here, but sleep can wait. I’m trying to study my guide to scholarship application.
I have this bedtime tale to drop before I retire for the night. Remember to share with young ones, for in this world of pride, selfishness and immorality, self-control lights the path of the prudent.
Vanity is largely a matter of Self-Control, or lack thereof. Others may try to feed our ego, but it is up to us to constrain it.
A coal black Crow once stole a piece of meat. She flew to a tree and held the meat in her beak.
A Fox, who saw her, wanted the meat for himself, so he looked up into the tree and said, “How beautiful you are my friend! Your feathers are fairer than the Dove’s. Is your voice as sweet as your form is beautiful? If so, you must be the Queen of birds.”
The Crow was so happy in his praise that she opened her mouth to show how she could sing. Down fell the piece of meat.
The Fox seized upon it and ran away.
Today I came across an amazing person who is working to help improve the lives of rural orphans in East Africa. She supports the Hope For Rural Orphans, an orphanage based in Mbale, Uganda. Permit me to introduce Lisa Jo Symonds, the author of The Hands That Held Me. She is from Adirondack, New York, USA.
She funded the Ugandan Water Project to give the community a well and rain water collection/filtration system. This happens to be the community’s first access to clean water. Thank you Lisa, oiroegbu.com celebrates you. May your resource from which you bless others never go dry!
This is a big thank you to Lisa and people like her all over the world. We are grateful!
If you would like to contact or support the orphanage this is their Facebook page:
Sweet are memories of the fields-
Valley greens and blue clouds,
The frolicsome rabbits and slow worms,
All shades of flowers and singing birds
Replay on the shepherd’s mind
In the morning, was a light shower
The path wet with dew- Heaven’s water
But the sheep went happy, through the misty path
When evening came, the sun’s heat became softer
As the shepherd boy called his flock to gather
My name is Okechukwu. I’m a Math teacher and I’m the brain behind oiroegbu.com. I’m from Isuikwuato in Nigeria. I enjoy writing. I love watching wildlife and playing Sudoku.
Initially, oiroegbu.com was a poetry blog, but was modified to accommodate other thoughts, personal experiences and places I’ve been to. Hopefully, I’ll start traveling more, to collect stories, tales and images. I believe that we can use stories, tales and poems to bring positive change to the society. We’re all connected, by stories.
Africa is a beautiful place with rich story-telling traditions. My aim is to revive stories that are lost or forgotten. Sometimes my thought and writing will swing the way of life virtues, leadership and personal experiences.
I’m open to suggestions and corrections. Please feel free to contact me.
Here is one of the oldest and best loved stories of kindness paid and repaid. From it we learn that compassion lies within the power of both the mighty and the meek. Kindness is not a feeble virtue.
One day a great lion lay asleep in the sunshine. A little mouse ran across his paw and wakened him. The great lion was just going to eat him up when the little mouse cried, “Oh, please, let me go sir. Some day I may help you.”
The Lion laughed at the thought that the little mouse could be of any use to him. But he was good-natured lion, and he set the mouse free.
Not long after, the lion was caught in a net. He tugged and pulled with all his might, but the ropes were too strong. Then he roared loudly. The little mouse heard him and ran to the spot.
“Be still, dear Lion and I shall set you free. I will gnaw the ropes.”
With his sharp little teeth, the mouse cut the ropes and the Lion came out of the net.
“You laughed at me once,” said the mouse. “You thought I was too little to do you a good turn. But see, you owe your life to a poor little mouse.”
Hear the clouds rumble, for it rains again
Soft breezes from the quiet evening
Come drumming, mildly on the pan,
The rooftop has got a companion
Up this ancient forested hills
The trees dance and twist
To songs from the Winds tongues
From the pond, the back-up frog choir get set,
Waiting for their master, Lightning to herald the start
Now the sweet breeze sweep through the hilly hamlet
In search of eyes, to take with her to Sleep’s wonder land