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Saturday, 26 May 2018

Evolution of Opinion.

Between the years 460BC to 370BC there was a general belief system by the people of the world that:

1. diseases were from God.

2. That you must have sinned to suffer any sickness and

3. That falling sick is you atoning for those sins.

This belief system endured for years, decades and century until Hippocrates the settled father of medicine came to challenge that wrong belief looking the color of normal.

Hippocrates was the first person to challenge the "sacred disease" theory by showing evidence how diseases are as a result of natural cause(s) rather than punishment from god(s). he went on to show that it was as a result of our immune system not being able to fight exposure to things like germs, viruses and other disease carrying organisms.

Now fast forward to few centuries after. In the days after 29 November 1781 the Gregson slave syndicate based In Liverpool sailed their ship from Present day Ghana carrying with them 133 slaves onboard Zong ship. The slave masters took out insurance on the lives of this slaves should they die en route, when it was calculated that their death was  worth more than their being alive and sold into slavery, the ship crew decided to throw these slaves into the Ocean.

The matter among all other things before Lord Mansfield the Chief Justice of England as he then was, was whether or not it was lawful in commercial law to destroy your property in order to cash out on  insurance and not even Whether or not it was lawful to kill another man.

The ship owners contended that the abolitionists group were being silly to say that a slave is worth more than a mere commodity like Gold and horse they quoted scriptures like Leviticus 25: 44 - 46 and Ephesians 6:5 and Exodus 21:20-21.

It took Lord Mansfield serious crisis of conscience to stand against the slave traders that dictated the music of the then commercial world in England and the whole of Europe.

Fast forward to the present day, no matter how much of Bible or Qur'anic verse(s) support slave trade we just can't help but to frown against it.

In the years proceeding 451BC Democracy was a lousy concept in Europe and the world because people believed God make kings and a ruler and his bloodline has been ordained from God, no wonder today we call royals (blue bloods because we once believed their blood was different) so to stand for democracy (a fair representation of the opinion of the masses in decision making) was a direct affront to the supposed Will of God.

Well, It took the Athenians slightly over 100 years to prove to the world that democracy is not so much of a bad business and here we are today fellas.

In similar vein, between 1939 down until about 1964 there was a general belief network that painful childbirth was ordained by God and that in fact it has its advantages as it strikes a relationship between a mother and a child and that anyone who escapes that pain using Epidural anaesthesia or any other form of operation or drug wouldn't have that relationship or to put it mildly, a loving relationship with the child.

it took many researches leading up to ones like the "Obstetrical dilemma" and "Hominim evolution" for stories like the "Adam and eve" and the "childbirth-pain and bond" myths  to be put into doubt.

Now young Ebuka Ikeorah is thinking, would the society later accept feminism and play a Nelsonian eye to social and cultural restraints?

Would society finally accept homosexuality?

Would society reason again or would society believe and believe even stronger.

Can some things ever change?

Have a good night rest.

Friday, 4 May 2018

THE BLACK ROSE

The Black Rose.

Rapuluchukwu a Nigerian history student travelled to Turkey in November of 2017 for his research into the lives and culture of the turks but instead of finding history, history found him.

This faithful Friday he came to the resting place of the father of turks.... It was beautiful, the garden magnificent and the Arabic insignia which bore the words "peace" rested at approximately 60 CM off the foot of the father of turk's resting place.

     There was Something about this resting place, on Rapulu's departure he saw a black rose flower, glowing like it has gotten it's manure exactly from the king's remains, it's petals were brighter than coal, it's stem firm like iron bars, the petals were stretched with vigor like the blades of a Russian fighter jet helicopter, it was nothing short of beautiful.

It was in a conspicuous location but for some reason it was not noticed by Rapuluchukwu.

  it was hiding in plain sight, Missing on the stage of this tomb.

Rapuluchukwu has been meticulous with the pictures he took and had covered the  length and breadth of the tomb but for some reason this flower wasn't in the collection of the shots he took, he could literally swear that that flower came to life only as he stepped into this catacomb. He felt it was a sign, a message that he was accepted into this place of memory and beauty.

All what Rapulu thought of, was how this flower could be his, take it home? He thought of, hell no! he said to himself because it was the property of the state of Turkey, a National offence.

Rapuluchukwu, stepped closer and felt the radiating beauty from this plant the concise creativity of Allah. The black rose was beautiful, the smell as he breathed the air was over pouring and powering, yet nobody in all the tourist stood to enjoy the sight of this flower, in that instance he knew he had a personal connection with this rose. The rose of Kemal Atatürk.

THE POEM.

Your stem, to my imagination smells like coconut oil, your petals - the resounding aroma of lemon.

Your petals are dark and stubborn like the African hair.

Your height humble  giving you the very affectionate stature.

Your shape is nice curving from behind as though you were stretching your hands  reaching out to the rays of the sun sneaking into the catacombs.

Your presence is brilliant, you are the very beauty to behold.

Your love for the glare of the sun's light is so much that the sunshine could practically call out to you more than it does to any plant or even creature of Allah.

You are a loving goddess but one thing always lurks in my mind, how to take you home and make you mine.

How to plant you in my family.

I pray this black rose, handiwork of Allah, mirror of the sun wants me as much as I want her.

She's the Rose of Kermal Atatürk but I call her The Haj-ra because of her glowing relationship with the sun.

The End...

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