LIFE AND IT’S FUTILITY

This insightful and thought provoking article was sent to me by Michael Ori Igiri who is a respected radio personaliity, vast reader and a devoted POB reader. I sat outside my house one bright afternoon,completely enmeshed in my own riverine when suddenly I was jolted back to the reality around me by the sound of a fiersome struggle between two local dogs.in silence,I watched as the seemingly stronger of the dogs wrestled away from the weaker one,what looked like a piece of a dead animal carcass, and then sauntered off in the most triumphant display of male machismo. As fate would have it,no sonnet had it taken a few steps,when a car which had hitherto remained in obscurity emerged from a narrow bend and crushed the dog.A sad end it was for a strong,virile,and energetic dog. As I watched the entire drama unfold before me,I was instantly reminded of some sad realities in my own environment. Like the quintessential dogs,we often toil and work assiduously in order to achieve our set goals,many a time without recourse to the the brevity of the very life we hold so dearly. Many have in a bid to espouse the most primitive idiosyncrasies of the human world,advanced a barrage of heath-robinson contraptions as arguments to support an age-long Machiavellian principle that says:life is a survival of the fittest. On one hand,some have done things that are otherwise deplorable in a bid to forge a means of survival.on the other hand,those who act as custodian of our moral precept by the virtue of a status conferment,rather than act it,have chosen wittingly or otherwise to advance a theocratic utopian ideology which in itself, is founded on a faulty orientation of obvious disillutionment. Hence,a crave for an ephemeral supremacy which lasts but awhile.

Like the powerful beast in my opening paragraph we are reminded of life’s uncertainty.In the end,no matter what we do,it would no longer matter how many steps we took;what would matter then are the number of moments that take our breathes away.After all,life’s but a brief assertion of a unique identity between womb and tomb. Kindly send your article(s) for publication to: consecratedp@yahoo.com