Every meaning and purpose in life is
separated by a thin line, it divides and separates us. Like a road path, route,
there are distinctive boundaries. Each of the boundaries complements the circle
of our existence. Justice and truth is only realistic within the context of
these boundaries. This thin line is what explains justice, what uncovers the
true meaning of truth.
The boundaries defines us as well as
confines us, the thin line is our immunity and also our responsibility, our
mercy our judgment. This space between
the lines is our distinct space, a space big enough to confirm our identity.
It is this thin line that keeps and
reminds us of a black and a white, a right and a wrong.
As it is with one man, so it is with
a group of persons. This thin line is one and many, different levels, different
expectation therefore different names, some lines are called friendship, others
called theirs love; some even called theirs marriage, some nation state. However
the volume, one thing is indisputable.
These lines and space are dependent but sovereign. This confinement is not slavery but discipline and
responsibility.
So when a man or group of people
decides to wipe clean these distinct line of separations, which defines meaning
and purpose. A great tragedy occurs, we become without boundary, without
honour, route less and overly free, therefore without control or accountability
or restraints.
Whether in the anals of the soul or
within the scope of reality.
This seemingly sense of freedom
without borders, like a strong red wine slowly begins to intoxicate and
eventually corrupts the once humble sense of right and wrong.
Balance becomes a mirage, extremities
assume a sublime, slowly but steadily pride sets in, and the soul becomes deaf
and dumb and blind. The body becomes arrogant, the spirit is humiliated. The
deadliest sin occurs, foolishness borne out of pride. God dies and man walks
towards damnation.
Very few still remember the thin line
in our life, remove the thin line and see that marriage and friendship have no
difference. Divorce and separation is an alternative to infidelity and
adultery. Lies will become diplomacy, private parts public
parts. Love and lust so mixed that we can’t even differentiate the worthy and
the unworthy.
Suddenly we awake from our hangover
and cry foul, we blame the heavens and the earth, and try to repent but we can’t
find our way back. Because there is no line to follow, no line to lead us back
to the starting block.
Guilty, shame full, angry and bitter
we suck it up and pretend we are ok.
Few years after, we realize that we
no longer laugh like before, we can’t even trust like before, only to discover
that we have lost our innocence.
Fear becomes a constant companion,
fear of the unknown, love becomes a game, marriage becomes a neccessary evil, and
we struggle to survive with unseen tears as we envy the very young child with
their innocence. We called it foolishness or childishness.
Finally, we prepare to die with a
pack of regrets, with a constant eagerness to warn the young not to believe too
much, nor to expect too much, for every young chap, we paint pictures of
tragedy, coating our fears and regrets with elderly advice.
Like a virus we infect our fears into
young minds, and create bias cast out of our mistakes, prejudice formed out of
our ignorance and pride.
Unfortunately, we passed it down as
tradition and customs causing the next generation to war even before they
peaced. To fear before they love. To die before they lived.
Victor Prince Dickson
Jos, 2012.
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