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Quote: Think and Act Differently

Let’s think and act differently everyday. Let’s spread some love.

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Self Reflection 30: Wisdom

Men should see you and marvel on how you do things. How you handle your time, money, friends and relationships and enemies, manage people and your lifestyle. Wisdom is a spirit. Wisdom giveth life to those that have it.

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Self Reflection 22: Get Knowledge 2

A lack of knowledge creates fear, seeking knowledge creates courage.

NB: To reject something you know nothing about is ignorance.

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Self Reflection 19: Get Knowledge

Not to know is bad, not to wish to know is worse. African proverb.

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Knowledge

I search through stacks of books
Panting, tired, worried
I wait for the rising sun,
Riding across the skies
To give some heat, some inspiration
But yet it was elusive
Seeming to change
With each new day
For when the sun came
It brought news of it
And before now in my search
I created a niche for some

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Musing: The wandering man

“When I retire after each days work is done
I don’t tell people my experiences though
But I have them, do I look like someone
Who is bothered? You would never know…”

Once I happened upon a man
Bearded. Long. Tall and bendy
At first, methought he lost his mind
But when he called out to my attention
I became curious and went closer
On my approach, he said comically
“You’re juth in time for a little thnack!
Do you care for some tweet, tweet nut”
Well, I was never to lose my cool easily
But now, it seemed I want to kick him
Or swing my fist, a whooping 360 degrees
Around his smiling goofy face… Sigh
He saw my apparition, so indifferent
He smiled and offered some boiled nuts
“No thanks” I refused his generosity
Hmmm, more than enough I bargained
“I have more where that came from”
He was now prodding farther
“And here comes twouble again” I said
To my own very hearing alone
“Would you like to have deenner instead!”
“You bawely know me sir,” I began
“Why do you offer me your food…?”

“Tinterely, I tit down here all day
Watching as people come and go
Like the windt come from the Touth
I travel to a far away country
But upon this road I came to revive
My legt and grab tome thnack!”
I nodded when he kept silent, waiting
“Now, do you know how I became
A tired and tore-footed wanderer?
I am trying to run away from
What people talk about me
But each day I run from town to town
I tee none of my troublers, but
They live quietly in mind, they do!
And to think you can ever get rid
Of what people talk about you is vain
You have to work on your mind
Condition it. Program it. Live it
Now my wandering hat brought me here
But nothing hat changed in my mind
Do not be like me, never run away…”
And so saying he raised his right hand up
So I could help him up. Pity
I thought about myself as I walked away

“And don’t let people influence
Your world with their wordt” he added
I had some understanding now
I knew for sure, knowledge could be found
Somewhere, anywhere; if you can just look

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Oke’s Poetale: The Duck Tale

Once upon a blue quiet lake
Beside a green florishing forest
Lived a Duck and her chicks
All day they waddle about
Enjoying the peaceful serenity
But a day came and the Duck
Brought her chicks all around her
‘Quack quack Daak’ she began
Turning to the nearest chick
‘You have been friends
With the old grey Turtle
You know the Lakes’ waters
More than your siblings
But I pray, tell me
How many times would
Something happen to you
And you would learn?’
‘Quack quack mother
Sure I would learn, but only
When it happen, and all times!’
The first duck answered
Mother Duck nodded thoughtfully
And turned to the next duck
‘Quack quack Duuk, come closer
You are not scared of the weeds
You even fought off the black Eels
But tell me, my little brave one
How many times will you learn?’
‘Quack quack mother
But I can only learn
If it happened to me’
Mother Duck nodded thoughtfully
And she turned to the last
‘Quack quack Little Deek
You are scared of all ripples
And the neighborhood fishes
You have made only few friends
I wonder, but let me know
How many times will you learn?’
‘Quack quack mother
I won’t learn from any misdids
I shall learn from others mistakes
I shall watch the Eels movements
And all crafty ripples upon the lake
That are not made by my kind
And I shall always be careful
For to survival, there is no friend’

Commentary:
Well said Little Deek Duck! You would say with me, I guess but I think she is the wisest duck I ever saw in my life!
Sometimes, it is better to follow events with wits… Not falling victim/prey to what comes our way. learning from peoples past mistakes and not trying to repeat those. Being friendly and brave might not be enough to cushion challenges/problems/issues we face…

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Listen

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Listen to the voices of your conscience
To the voices hewn to the strings of your heart
The drum player from across the forested hills
Beats the rhythm, that searches the mind
And asks many questions,
On a cloudy evening
During the time of the Harmattan
Comes a drummer, followed by a flute
And when the little village hears
All strives to listen
From the farms tucked away in dangerous forests
To the little children playing on the sands of the hamlet
The wine tapper on the tree top
And the young women weeding the hamlets garden
All listens to the unworded call

Remember your debt as agreed
Do not steal the Kings cattle
Don’t sell any man to another
And don’t keep your heart full of grudges

Listen!
To your hearts plea for righteousness
Never to be biased, but to seek justice
Do you hear the drums playing?
Listen and pay heed

Note
I wrote a colonial African drama- Am Listening. Staged in the time colonists came to Africa, and the tale of two royal clowns who ended up selling off the Kings son to a White man.  I hope to publish the drama soon.

Oiroegbu Halls