What is the significance of the human being? Is it just our bodies? No, our bodies only do basic things like breath, eat and reproduce.
It is the consciousness inside that drives the body, he holds the real worth of a person. He is the one who can shake up the earth around him, and more importantly, the souls around him. If those souls are taken away, then the world is effectively gone. Why? Because by nature, people need to be recognized by others in order to feel significant and alive. The true foundations of the world we experience is forged by relationships. So a model of the human experience would not look like a cluster of single points with each one solitary, high, and alone, but like a graph whose significance only shows up when all the points are connected together. Our actions are relevant (even to person who does them) only to the degree they affect other people.
Let’s see Mr. Daniel for example. He was an accomplished engineer. His inventions had redefined how industry and agriculture were practised. Through them he had transformed economies and by doing so, shifted the dynamics of world peace and power. One day he visited a war-torn area. He saw how clothes hung limply on forms of adults and children. He saw that some backs were permanently hunched from constantly scraping for food. Fortunately, he was leading a band of wagons filled with canned foods, medical supplies, toys and other relief materials. But it was when he saw the children running towards him with gleeful eyes and carefree joy that his heart broke in both joy and sorrow. He saw oh so clearly what all his inventions really led to. He did not see the metal or heavy equipment that he worked with, but he saw the vibrant souls on the other end. He saw that the real world was actually, manifestly, the people he touched. Pay attention to the people around you today.
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Just relax and flow with this piece. The meaning will come to you.
Musicians, writers and movie producers have a huge position to push the future of our way of life in the direction they want. Their message is intense, an imaginary world so dreamy that it compels people to aspire to it. They etch out the paths that dreams walk on, showing children and young people, the custodians of our nation’s future, how to dream by making some options more appealing than others. Through music videos, our musicians cut through time, bringing to us slivers of a future they’ve imagined, presented with such bursting life and colour that… that maybe it exists somewhere. Maybe you could find it if you pierce this home reality slightly; provided of course you have decent ground knowledge about the general arrangement in the spectrum of sub realities, both radially and in parallel.
Here. There is a tiny slit between the physical world and the things you imagine. Continue reading “From Inspiration In The Mind of An Artist To The Culture Of An Entire Society”
Lately I’ve been thinking about how things left by themselves just get worse on their own accord, they rarely get better. Leave a house on its own for some years and you’ll come back to see weeds growing through its walls and its roof, the building leaning over and about to collapse. You won’t see a shining, stately structure awaiting your arrival, no. If you leave a nation and its peoples without any supervision or control, just watch out, things will get worse. People will start dumping refuse in the streets, robbing one another and taking advantage of one another. Treating justice as a luxury they can all afford to ignore. (See this article on a real life scenario in a city where the police went on strike!). Why do people, and the things we create, tend to destruction? For us it takes work to make things improve, but when left on their own they die. Why? Why is it not the other way round? If the universe formed of its own accord, wouldn’t it have been better for the sustenance of the species it created if things were different? Why do we self-destruct?
But we see glimpses of life around us. The cheetah runs across the burning plain and captures her prey. Continue reading “Yearning for Life”
Fiiiinally here’s the much talked about post! I had planned to share something else today, but then I went back to read from my archives and once more, this piece pulled me into loving it. So here goes:
How can God be insignificant, how can His words be insignificant, when we, inexplicably, are persistently drawn to worship something? Why are people, even those who are separated by distance and culture, all drawn to worship something? Continue reading “From the Unknown Regions”
This is the only wedding picture I have on my phone. I was looking at it today and wondering why I like it, why I kept it. At first I thought it’s because I saw a yearning in the woman’s eyes, like she really enjoys the man and; from a deep, true place, she wants to be with him. Then I realized that it’s more because she looks stately. She looks like a woman who can take care of herself, yet she chooses to be with him. I want to be chosen, desired. Not sometching that is sought for because in a fundamental way, it is thought to be needed. Something that has to be had anyway.
One reason people fear the feminist movement Continue reading “The One Wedding Picture On My Phone”
Once I saw a little bird
Flying up up up
Then I said
Will you stop stop stop…
As a child I’d sing that song with all my heart, making gestures at the bird with my fingers while I let my imaginations roam. For some reason, I really really thought I could be that bird… haha, I just assumed there was some sort of glitch preventing me from being the bird at that moment. Assumed? A child had no time for such tedious thought, no patience for such conclusions. I quickly found something to be distracted by – like sand for example. I busied myself with the intense work of making and smashing sand castles. There was enormous time on my hands – and lots of sand! Why waste my time with birds? A mere ant crawling through the dirt was enough to capture my attention. I would crouch and watch its path, and examine their ‘houses’. I dreamt of looking in and seeing what it’s like. You know that cartoon about the boy who was turned ant-sized by a bunch of vengeful ants? Ant Bully. You know children actually believe that? They want to be the boy! I wanted to. I faithfully held on to the belief that I could be abducted by ants if I was in the right place, if I lived among the right people – and it would be a fun adventure!
But I wasn’t the right people. Continue reading “What Does a Five Year Old Think of TV?”
It affects the Nigerian film industry, the fact that our culture didn’t have enough time to grow and blend organically, into one that can fluidly navigate the new global environment. We didn’t have the time to make sense of this task of interacting with a global audience and maintaining an image to a global audience. Thrust into the media, we hit the western culture, which dominated television, head on. From there we got suggestions – subtle, but ubiquitous – on the new ‘cool’ way to behave. We tried to acclimatize to a new spotlight, this new experience of being seen and watched by so many different societies. For the first time our way of life could be picked apart, applauded or criticized by many different cultures around the world. I don’t think we had the time to notice this change Continue reading “On The Newer Nigerian Movies”