Within the past three months, I’ve met all sorts of people- some amazing, some intellectual and some plain crass. It’s been a healthy experience for me as I’ve been able to boost my tolerance levels for a lot of things- good and bad. I’m also more knowledgeable- thanks to this new crop of people
I met a young man from Akwa Ibom December last year and added him on BBM a short while after. In the time he’s been on my Contact List, he’s sent me at least, 30 Broadcast messages- and I’ve never complained once. They are witty, poignant, philosophical and original. Yesterday, he told me “life is deep, death is deeper”
It’s been impressed on me to share this man’s thoughts so when he showed me a work he wrote way back in 2011, I immediately offered to publish it to which he graciously acceded.
So here goes:
LIFE IS A SPEECH
This year has been full of sadness in many corners. Personally, I’ve never lost so many close ones in a single year like this year of 2011, its not even close to the finish line of the 31st day of December, and we’re already feeling over fed with negatives of departs.
The situation gets even scarier when we face the realism of living, understanding that life when lived greatly or poorly reaches in certainty, a chiefly arrived single penalty of death. So when we face up looking and searching within us, the perfect ideals that make up life, we atimes get entangled in religion and traditions. But I know, its never basic what ideals may mean to us, ideals are relative as it must be such which holds firm adequate sanity. My ideals hang unto my virtues, so I guide my virtues as I roll deeply into realities of life.
Along the line I am disturbed again, because I see virtuous and righteous minds leaving their flesh and eternally holding unto their souls. Then I re- apprehend, perfection may give us the inner satisfaction but God’s will switches the effects of life and death.
Many questions would arise each day we breathe, spiritual and physical theories defining why poverty ruins more than half the world. Same way, we couldn’t chose whether or not to grace this sick planet, same reasons we can’t comprehend the missing equilibriums within us.
In my opinion, the number of horses a horse racer has makes no meaning but the number of wins he collects defines his mastery. Many of us think a long life on earth is the actual victory, very few know that the victory is in the weight of living we have attained. This shifts my position into the conditioning of relativity, the actual reasons we are judges of nothing except the strides moved by tides of our prints upon our destinies. Hereafter is nothing we know about. So the speed at which we propel life should be simple, strong and beautiful like a flower whose hope is a touch of right sunlights, ours should be same if we see the sun atall, because many would say its heaven, the day they see the sun and some will say its hell.
I would never forget Amy Winehouse’s quote and she would never show fear, she said “I’m of the school of thought where, if you can’t sort something out for yourself, no one can help you. Rehab is great for some people but not others, if I die tomorrow, I will be a happy girl”. My beautiful friend Pearly, in her last internet update said quoting the bible ‘it is finished’.
I know with certainty that life is a speech and we are its power, but I cannot predict this life, but if I could, I would jump at it… But I think, it would become a bore, I know I feel this because I am only human, loving the adventure that spills upon my path. So is every human I assume shamefully.
So everyday I live, I do not hesitate to add my talent to its happiness and worries, for pleasant causes of satisfaction and with this I know not the mind of God but I pray His mercies should never leave me.
To the friends and family we’ve lost so far, may they rest, knowing the real life is what they’ve begun. Amen.
©Unwana Umana’s essays.2011