It all starts on a wanton day!
The woman in labour makes the ear-nailed wish. To born with no pain nor complications sustained. The students in best time hitherto exams wish to sail through with excellent grades. The wish of the hunter is to hit the target at prime time. The borrower wishes that the lender dies in time before the deadline of repayment. Let us just say that there are wishes bigger than that of the horse’s.
Are wishes dreams or just akin to them? The elders know the syllogism for a successful life. And they opine that it is premised on a step in motion to will and to do. There and then I ask, where is the school of our fathers? Did their company with the summer lease bless their wisdom? Why do the new generation fail often to grasp with these exigencies of life.
It is simply borne of sheer lip service wishes and promises. To lie and to undo what is done: To break the ties of loyalty to unite with disloyalty. To engage meaninglessness against meaningfulness. To begrudge the honourable speaker for the diamond of tale-telling.
But what is actually the danger of this lip service? One’s personality, dignity, integrity and reputation is dragged conspicuously, into the mud. The times will come where the wanton desire to right the wrongs will never anti-clockwise. It surely will be the era of had I known…at last.
So while you’re yet a gold, shine unto all nations before you turn bauxite.
Times and the Reality 