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The King, He isn’t Barmy, or is he? Part II

The King, yes the king, he isn’t barmy, or is he? Perhaps this is all a joke and the elders will call us back and say, “Your Royal Highness, the Prince, we were just testing your patience and tolerance.” Or maybe the king wants me to chart a new path in life; after all he has educated me in all ways possible and available! So many thoughts right now, I can’t seem to focus on any! These were the ramblings going on in the mind of the Prince.

“Now I shall be rewarded”, said the Slave aloud once out of earshot. “All the years of toiling and serving the king, he is a good man, he recognizes loyalty and dedication. Just one thing and one thing only and I shall have the rest, how wonderful it is to finally own something. No, not just something, everything less one thing! Yes the Prince will become the King but a poor king with just one thing. I will approach him with my wealth and offer some in exchange for a place in the dynasty. He will have no choice but to give me what I want”. On and on mused the Slave. He could vision the day; he played the scene over and over in his head.

“My prince, why are you all by yourself here in this lonely place at this hour of the night?”

“Where would I rather be stranger? Amongst the people who awaits my ascendancy as a pauper king? Or pleading with a Slave that my father intends to ridicule my reign with? Where old stranger I ask? By the way, how did you know I am a Prince and how did you find me here?” the Prince blurted out, all in one breath to the strange old man!

Come with me my Prince, I shall tell you a story, you know sometimes it is sensible that everyone has a fair crack of the whip he began as the Prince got up to follow him obediently. “Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a king just like your father”, he went on and the Prince listened with rapt attention.

And the day came to be that all were gathered in the kingdom arena. The elders, the Prince, the Slave and an unusual crowd that had gathered to witness the proceedings which promise to go down in the history of the kingdom as epic. It was being passed from ear to ear that there will be a feast in the Slave’s compound once this gathering is done with. It was strongly advised that all should be present as by then he would be one of the richest in the kingdom.

The Prince sat quietly, seems he has resigned to fate. The Slave was the exact opposite, he was seen moving from one end of the arena to the other exchanging pleasantries, and he was indeed beside himself with joy and happiness. Today he will be a free man and a rich one too.

Time has come, bellowed the spokesman for the elders, we invite the Prince to choose his one and only possession! The whole arena went quiet; you could hear a pin drop as the Prince got up. He walked to the middle of the arena, as he opened his mouth to speak, his countenance changed.

Today I stand before you as one who has been humbled, the silence was so thick, thick as a blanket draped over the heads of everyone present, and it was like they were all gasping for breath. He went on, I have searched myself over and over and asked myself times without number why my father set before me this hurdle so big that each time I try I sink deeper. While growing up he has dealt with me in riddles, set before me puzzles and each time he always says to me son the answer stares you in the eyes. He has always told me if you look close enough you might just see that what you seek in so far away places is all the while within your grasp!

Today, I face the ultimate test of my father’s wisdom. I thank him for the opportunity to discover myself and those around me. An opportunity so great that it jolts you back to reality faster than a thousand joules of energy, a wise man once said, “Sleep and pretend that you are dead, and count the number of people that will mourn you”, “Walk hurriedly and fake a stumble, and watch how many will bid you well”. The world is will dance with you and laugh with you when things are going well, they will dance without you and laugh at you if things turns for the worse.

I came to a crossroad on the last market day, when the elders informed me that I have been left with just one possession by my father the King. A prince of the kingdom, the sole heir to the throne! My dejection knew no boundary as I descended into an abyss of sorrow and evil thoughts. Surely my father the king must have been mad! He must have taken leave of his senses, could the elders not have advised him against such action? How dare he do such a thing to ridicule me? It took the counsel of a stranger, one that saw my despair and took me on a long journey quite similar to mine to come to this conclusion. The wisdom of another yet prevents one from calling the elder foolish!

Everyone held their breath, what will he choose? Oh, poor Prince, surely he deserves more than just one possession from his father. Come to think of it, what can he choose?

Everyone have been given equal opportunities to do something right! I am sure my father would not have wanted me to take any other decision that the one am about to take. My father once said “if a process works well for you think well before changing it”. I have made up my mind to choose the . . . .


The slave served him well, am sure he will serve me too. The reason is not far fetch according to the story told by the stranger, he who own the slave, own the slave’s possessions!

And the Slave fainted, the story changed and so did allegiance, and the story ended!


Posted by on July 6, 2012 in Uncategorized


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The King, He isn’t Barmy, or is he?

Long ago, there was a story told of a kingdom about a king, his son and a slave.

The story has it that the king loved his son so much so that he never goes anywhere without him. He was trained in the ways of the monarchs, had the best royal upbringing possible. He was also loved by many and there were no doubts as to who the successor to the throne would be upon the demise of the king.

There was also a slave, a favourite of the king in who the king delights unlike any other slave. The king’s subjects often wondered at the much affection the kind had for him which was not found lavished on others. There were rumours that on certain occasions that the slave had misbehaved on scale punishable in the kingdom and the king had over looked it with just a slap on the wrist. It was also feared that crossing the slave may also lead to incurring the wrath of the king.

As is it is with all things that have a beginning, it was announced one early morning that the king has ascended to the great beyond. There was great mourning and wailing in the land because he was a good king and was loved by all within and outside the kingdom. The king had decreed long before his passing regarding the throne and his possessions. This was known only to the council of elders.

With the king’s passing, it was time the elders made it public. A council of elders meeting was then called the next market day. Surprisingly the slave was also served with an invite! The news of this development spread so fast like wildfire, so much so that the subjects were confused and divided just as their thoughts; some concluded that the king had made up his mind to divide the kingdom between his beloved son, the Prince and his much favoured and loved Slave. So much so that many were just waiting to hear the pronouncement and thus decided which side of the divide they will migrate to.

And the day came!

All seated, and the spokesman for the elders began.

Hear me all that are gathered this day that these are the pronouncements of the king as recorded.

  • May the ancestors add sorrow and take away joy accordingly if the king’s decree has been tampered with in any way” he went on,
  • “The king decreed as follows regarding the kingdom, we must continue to love one another, we must live at peace with our neighbours, we must remember that a wound inflicted on a brother is felt not in the bone but in the flesh”.
  • “The king decreed that none of his pronouncement must be challenged, changed, amended or protested in any way imaginable”.
  • “The king decreed as follows regarding his son, the royal Prince of the land, the heir apparent to the throne, that he shall be entitled to chose only ONE but any of the king’s worldly possession, and only this shall he wholeheartedly bequeath to him!”

The pandemonium that greeted this pronouncement was unprecedented regardless of the earlier pronouncement which forbade anyone to challenge these decrees. All except the elders who had prior knowledge were astonished, they wondered if the king had taken leave of his senses. Maybe an evil spirit had taken over him shortly before this decree was made some muttered under their breath! There was more pandemonium when the spokesman read the next line of the decree.

  • “The king has also decreed regarding his favoured and loved Slave, that consequent upon the bequest to the Prince, that all other possessions shall henceforth belong to the Slave!”

It took much appeasement and cajoling to get those present to listen to the rest of the king’s decree. For in one camp there was sorrow, confusion and despair while in the other, there was joy, dancing and merriment, how right it was for it to be so! The last decree was according to the spokesman;

  • “A new king cannot be crowned without the Prince’s decision and that he has till the next market day when the elders and all those present shall gather again to hear his decision.”

The gathering was brought to an end and all dispersed. The Slave in an ecstatic overdrive, the Prince in a dilemma, what was he to do? Why has the king shamed him this way? By the way, what is the King’s most valued possession, if he were to pick just one thing anyway? Some of the question playing on his mind as he walked away, shoulders sagging, and head bowed, eyes glazed, looking confused!

Story continues in part II . . . . . The King, He isn’t Barmy, or is he?


Posted by on July 5, 2012 in Uncategorized


Religion & Tolerance

On Religion and tolerance, I write thus…..

Religion they say is the opium of the people, but if it must be taken, let the prescription of the manufacturer be adhered to. Too much of everything is said to be bad. So also is fanaticism of any kind.

I am not an Islamic scholar, neither do I profess to know the Bible inside out, but one thing I am sure of is my kindergarten knowledge of both religions.

Christianity is a religion that encourages the belief that there is only one God. Christianity is based on the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth, ultimately making man realize the sole purpose of his existence is to serve God. In a nutshell, Christianity is a relationship with God almighty and it also allows you to make a choice to follow or not.

The word Islam means voluntary “Submission” or “Surrender” to the Will of God. It derives from the root word “salam” meaning peace. In the Qur’an, God through His prophet defines that the only purpose for which He created mankind is to Worship Him. Islam recognizes that humankind has free choice in whether to obey or disobey God, but ultimately we will be held accountable to God in the next life for the choices that we make in this life.

Without having to compare the last two paragraphs, I am sure we can spot more similarities than differences already; I am not debating this please!

I write these lines as an appeal to those who attack either religion with lack of understanding. We must dissect meaningful information from the avalanche of news that comes at us per second, especially with the various media available (Radio, TV, Cable, Social Media, Gossips, etc).  Those of us that post these materials must of necessity realize the maturity of our audience as well as their tolerance level. Sensitive materials that bother on beliefs, more especially religious should be posted with caution.

Most people can see beyond the religion and appreciate the humour, education, and the lesson intended to be learnt, but other less tolerant will take offense or see opportunity to dip their claws in. Such is the beginning of hatred, wars, frictions and misgivings.

Guys, I beg for tolerance. Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord.

To all I say, Shalom and Salam!

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Posted by on July 4, 2012 in Uncategorized