Say again how we end like this. Please start at the beginning and slowly recite the beginning to me. Render the Alpha to me again for they say it is the beginning. Tell me again. Please do.

All I know is that we started as equal peers, racing for survival. All I know is that we all started as seed in the loins despatched to match and fertilise to form the embryo. Tell me again how seed from loins could have been different.

Tell me again why in our innocence we could play together, speak a mumbo jumbo that only we two could understand but we never had animosity over who we were. Tell me again what they meant when they said we couldn’t play together because we were of some different societal orientation. Tell me again why we both risked beatings to sneak out at any opportunity to stand side by side by the fence that divided us, sucking our thumbs in defiance of parental curfews.

Tell me again why it was easy for us to stammer each other’s languages yet the adults claimed it was a taboo to do so. Tell me why we were equals until we were told it was not so.

Tell me again why I can speak your language with ease and at a certain point you also could and we would laugh at our pronunciations that we mercilessly brutalised with not much regard.

Tell me again why all that changed. Actually tell me when that changed.

All I know is that we woke up and we were suddenly different. We could not be friends anymore because they told you that we were ethnic enemies. We could not joke anymore for I was warned that all your jokes were lined with acid venom meant to demean me and my people.

We became so different to an extent that, merit did not matter anymore. Acumen did not matter anymore. All that mattered is where you came from and what language you spoke. We became so different that my proposals were turned down without regard but when we cut my name and pasted yours they were approved yesterday.

Tell me again why this became so. Tell me at what point we lost the magnanimity of merit and ran the ethnic gauntlet. Tell me how this killed the brotherhood, our dreams and made us overnight sworn enemies.

Tell me why we allowed the poison to infect us when we swore in our innocent childhood that we were friends and patriots for life?

And tell me why we can’t go back to our innocence and see beyond the blight of tribe, language and ethnicity. Tell me again.


of wipers and blades

In the part of the world I live in we are in the form of season where it is slightly windy overnight and a thin film of dust tends to overlay cars that would not have been sheltered overnight.

It is during one such morning that I learnt a pivotal lesson in life. Getting into the car, I reversed out of the gate onto the main way. As I shifted to move forwards, I realised that the windscreen was overlain by a film of dust that gave the vehicle an untidy appearance. In a quick bid to clean the screen I activated the screen spray button that squirted water on the expanse of the screen.

This was followed by the automatic activation of the wipers which would then wipe away the water and the dust but alas this is not what happened. Instead, I heard an unsightly sound of metal rubbing against glass and I realised it was on the screen. Quickly I deactivated the wipers which returned to their rest position with another sickening scratch.  A quick inspection showed that the rubber blades had slid off the catches of the wiper arm and had left the metal part of the wiper arm in contact with the screen.

This meant that the water had not been washed away and the metal had run across the screen. It took less than a minute to refit the blades unto the wiper arm and I was good to go but I could see some faint arc where the metal had run across the screen.

This set me thinking.

Failure to take caution can result in harm. I could have walked round the car and taken note of, and addressed any anomalies before driving away but I was in such a hurry to get to the office that I threw caution to the wind.

The same hits our lives. We neglect small things that later on blight our lives at large at a later stage.

Failure to put things in place causes pain and harm. If I had put the blades back into position the screen would not have suffered that painful episode. This reminded me of the reckless unbufferred words owe throw at others without caution. They hurt and cause indelible pain. Before activating our verbal gears it is a noble thing to check and see if they are buffeted as not to damage those receiving them.

When we fail to tackle wrongs in time we breed only trouble for ourselves for our lack of consciousness will later prove to be our undoing. Failure to speak against wrongs normally has us picking the emotional bill at the end of the day. It is the price we pay for playing blind when we could have called things to order.

Our efforts to make things clear and right should be followed by the correct applications. Good intent supported by wrong content brings about harm. So our intents must be supported by the same levels of good concern, pro action, concern and care. Rubberise the wipers. Re adjust the lengths of our deeds and aim for a clean score.