HUMILITY

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          For all it is worth, humility is a virtue which anyone who possess it should never trade for anything. It is an armoury of wisdom which houses many priceless virtues. It makes one listen when one would have preferred to talk—most especially from someone of a lesser status; thereby aiding an immense increase in knowledge. It makes one greet the other person first, regardless of his age and background. It makes one accept one’s faults without resentments, and correct one’s mistakes without grudges. It makes one vacate one’s seat on a train for a standing elderly or a very discomforted fellow, without minding what anyone would think or say. It makes one not to contemplate retaliation when someone mistakenly steps on one’s shoe, even without an apology. It makes a lawyer shake hands with a beggar. It makes a millionaire sit at the same table with a pauper. It makes an employer seek the consent (opinions) of his employees. It makes a manager pay a home visit to his car driver. It makes a madam sit to chat with her maidens…

          Although it is very true that the priviledges granted by one’s humility may be abused or misinterpreted, but as long as it remains a territory with a borderline, it can always be reformed and redrawn. In the same vein, it should never be an avenue to embrace or encourage mediocrity of any form, neither should it be a ticket to be a part of bandwagons. Rather, it should be a magic tool to foster viable relationships; a transforming power to turn willing or repented foes into friends; a motivating force to strengthen the weak; an amendment tool to resuscitate failing relationships; and a continuous effort to lead by good example.

          Even though it is possible to achieve all of the aforementioned by the virtue of humility, nonetheless, no other could have said it better than the world famous boxer, Mohammed Ali: “It is hard to be humble!”

(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)

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BELATED TRIBUTES: MEDICINE AFTER DEATH

bereavement          It is a normal occurrence to have the praises of a deceased one, sung after being laid to rest six feet under the ground. These praises often reel off the mouths of those with whom the deceased once shared timeless moments—many of whom may never have even for once told him in his lifetime how much he meant to them, nor shown him the love and respect he deserved. Most possibly than not while alive, he must have been treated with all disrespect, negligence and disdain—only to die and have his praises sung, and his trumpets blown!

If only someone had told him a quarter of those kind words of recommendations while alive, perhaps he would have lived a better part of his life knowing that he was valuable and appreciated after all. If only someone had told him how much he meant to her. If only someone had told him how handsome and presentable he looked. If only someone had told him how loving and caring he was. If only someone had told him what significance his presence had, and the big role it played in his life. If only someone had applauded him when he really deserved. If only someone had rewarded him when he truly excelled. If only someone had congratulated him when the occasion demanded. Perhaps his hopes and courage would have lasted him an extra day.

As far as this note goes to say, not that it is bad to eulogize the dead; but to do so only when he is feet under the ground is nothing far from hypocrisy! And it is even the more hypocritical when the same set of folks who never cherished his presence when they could (and should) have, turn out to be the lead singers of his praises when he’s gone. To whom is their tributes paid? For whose impression are their grammars and all embodying verbosities? And by whom will they be accepted? It is surely not for, and by the dead!

And as much as I guess anyone would likely know, the remarks made about the dead—no matter how kind and impressive—can never have any effect on the dead! Therefore, for the sake of the consciousness that will no longer be there when anyone is dead and six feet under the ground, whatever would be said after death should likely be said when very much alive.

(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)

LET THE EAGLE FLY AGAIN

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          Most definitely than not, there comes a time in the life of every individual when it seems as if all hope is lost—a time when it feels as if the world is crashing under one’s feet. At such a time, it is so easy to focus on one’s predicaments at the expense of one’s confidence and happiness. It is a time in which if care is not taken, fear and gloom would in a twinkle of an eye set in one after the other, to rob one of the joy and prestige of past victories and achievements. Then the once-upon-a-time victor begins to live like the defeated; the used-to-be celebrated champion begins to feel like the rejected. Suddenly life ceases to be interesting by every flick of the day, and one is forced to creep disappointedly into one’s shell. And if pitiably these feelings of dejection & depression are left unchecked, they could lead to a devastating state of despair!

          But it really doesn’t matter how bad the situation at the present may be (or get to be), there would always be a way out. And just as the renowned Churchill Winston has rightly said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the will to move on that matters”. That an eagle has lost some of its feathers and is temporarily out of flight, doesn’t make it a chicken. And faced with the fact that life is never a bed of roses, challenges that would sometimes be life-threatening are bound to be wrestled and surmounted, in order to keep rolling on the wheels of survival and purpose.

          Yes, records are set to broken. Histories are made to be repeated. Champions are crowned to be challenged. Races are organized to be run. Life was designed to be lived to the fullest. And until the very end, it is not yet the end. Such that with enough patience, the eagle’s feathers will grow again; with unrelenting faith and determination, it will learn to leap again; then with unshakable courage, let the eagle fly again!

(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)

 

AT THE END OF TIME: FOR THE WORSE OR FOR THE BETTER

          OneDay_1920x1200.JPG            Drawing closer to her final mortal moments, she stares at the ceiling from where she lays quietly on the bed, and wishes she could just get another chance to start all over again. Tears of regrets flood her eyes like a river’s overflow from many tributaries. Deep within her she could sense a judgement on herself, for many of her unforgivable shortcomings—to which she keeps mumbling to herself, “I should have done better than this; Oh, I should really have ended it better than this!” But there she lies helpless as each breath draws her closer to her end.

            Isn’t it exactly so for most people who on their death beds wish they had done better than they did? And even though many of them may never express their regrets, but in their hearts often lie those inexplicable pains of unfulfilment. Pains of negligence. Pains of idleness. Pains of mediocrity. Pains of complacency. Pains of misappropriated priorities. Pains of so many grievances against one’s self that are purely unexplainable! The feeling is just there that one has not performed up to expectation. The results of production is not just commensurate with the resources provided. It is very evident that some things had gone wrong in the course of living, but little or nothing has been done to forestall or correct them.

            Most often than not, it is when the curtains are about to be drawn that one’s eye are opened—and one’s attention is drawn—to the cold reality of the very end lurking around the corner: that once it is over, it is over! No wonder why the saying remains very true, that “the grave is the wealthiest place”. Simply because there in the grave, treasures of the world unquantifiable and unimaginable are always buried! There in the grave, a multi-billionaire who lived and died a pauper resides; there, a multi-national business tycoon who never owned a single office while on earth, lies; there, a great leader who never led anything sleeps; there, a highly anointed evangelist who never preached the Word, rottens…Indeed, graveyards are the wealthiest of estates on earth!

            But the reverse would definitely be the case, if all that ought to be done as should be done, are done. The otherwise would often be the story if misplaced and misappropriated priorities are put in their proper positions. The bridge of separation between fulfilment and regrets can possibly be widened far beyond a stone’s throw, if first things are put first. And the solutions as they have always been, are not far-fetched; they are embedded in the wise choices and right acts of responsibilities available from a very wide range of feasible options and probable outcomes. Life is not, and would never be a New-Age technology or some scientific invention; it is a sequence of actions with a consequence. Yes, every choice of course is like an arithmetic that adds up in the end—for the worse or for the better.

(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)