Tuesday, 26 November 2013

The Earth, the World, and Life


Have you ever wondered where some troubled and indebted developed countries get money to aid developing or underdeveloped + 'refusing-to-develop-countries like Nigeria? I have this gut feeling that Greece will want to contribute something to the war in Mali or Nigeria election in 2015 despite being in the throes of total economic collapse. Where do hungry people get food to feed those that owns all the food? Africa is one continent with so much resources at its disposal that you'll expect the world to come begging at its gate, plate in hand. Rather we are the giant that stays outside his own gate to beg for his own belonging.

On Monday, the Economic of West African States (ECOWAS) decried the global trade imbalance against Africa as the continent’s share of the global trade stood at a paltry 3 per cent. Three percent (3%)!!! Don't we export crude oil, cocoa, timber, tea, cassava and all? We feed the world for Christ sake! Or does it imply that we feed the world for just 3% of all its earning?


While trying to figure out why Africa is so backward in trade, a conception comes to my mind. It is the concept of space and its content. The earth, the world and life. The earth as David described it, is the Lord's and the fullness thereof. As such, every drop of crude, every seed of cocoa, every plot of land, every tuber of yam is of the Lord. The World on the other hand is the economy of the earth, the monetization of the fullness that the earth holds. The clamour for the power to control the fullness of the earth give rise to politics and governance. The world is callous, the world is canal, the world is of the 'devil'. We are in the world but not of the world! The third conception is of life. Life is that singular possession of breath that a man possess. It is man's greatest asset that must be protected at all cost. A recourse to the Bible still tells us that he who loves his life will loose it and he who looses it will find it.

I hope someone is seeing the interrelationship among these three concepts and the position of Africa in the world trade. Africa is blessed with the fullness of the earth but we are not of the world so we don't care what the 'sons-of-the-world' like USA, Germany, and Russia do with the affairs of the world, all what we want is a morsel or two to our keep our life, body and soul together. At most, a fleet of bullet proof BMW cars or some funds stashed in a Swiss account for no other purpose than, eat, wine, dine and keep staying alive as long as we live.

The evil of life, when viewed from individual point of view is selfishness and desperation. As individuals realise the need to survive, albeit selfishly, we join the world, not for a balanced trade, rather for a barter. Less than 50, 000 teachers are on 6-months strike for a rise in pay, keeping millions of students at home. Less than 500 legislatures will share the fortunes of millions. Those that feel alienated would take to the guns and arm-twist the government. Some would turn to each other in terrorism, just to make sure that the world is wrestled from the 'devil'. In all of these, the sons-of-the-world are wise in their ways. Since we are less concern about the world, we don't know how much oil we produce, we expect an international organisation to tell us there is corruption in our oil industry. We call on foreign investors to develop everything from power, governance to water and to lauder our ill-gotten wealth. They trade our oils for guns and our cocoa for grants and aids. We get loan to make them do for us what we can do for ourselves. The new ruse is that we are not close to the debt ceiling, when indeed we are far far above. But how does the world trade balance if Africa gets more than the paltry 3%.

The fault, if any, is not totally ours. We never had the Bible and knew little of the Quoran when the great Oyo empire flourished in trade or the trans-Saharan trade in gold, salt and other precious commodities championed by Mali, Ghana and other kingdoms that realised the need to take charge of the fullness the earth possess. Now we have 'known God' and things of the world seems not to fascinate us any more, or so it appears. Our singular concern is of our life here on earth and possibly the realm beyond; so we go spiritual. God MUST provide the food we refuse to farm, He must give us light even with no transformer, He MUST employ our half-baked or burnt graduates, He MUST prevent flood while we block the drainages, He MUST make us rich though we make trillions from oil. Shebi He is God that made the heaven and earth? Then he must do everything for us. The only responsibility we owe as Africans is to go to church, mosques, Mecca, Jerusalem and hope that the devil takes a good care of the world to favour us, or better still, our lives.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Bleeding (1)


John's profile picture on the dating-focused social networking service site was modest, he had about six different, carefully-selected shots, uploaded on his profile. Any lady that gave it a second look would find it attractive- if there was any of such. There was, Flora is!

“Hey, can we be friends, prince charming! Lol”

That was the first flattering message he got from the site. For more than 6 months that he had joined the dating platform he had been the one initiating conversation, most of which were never replied. Any notification he got from a lady were usually system-generated messages.
Receiving the teaser from a lady got his blood rushing and he quickly replied.

“Hey beauty queen, I'm all yours. Beep me”

He sent her his number and she replied with hers almost immediately. John spent the night frantically punching his phone and chatting till the wee hours of the morning. He was spent by the time he got to work but active enough to send in a piece that got him a thumbs up from his editor. Could this be what he had been waiting for?

Flora, as he got to know was a Youth Corps member serving in Enugu state. A graduate of Economics from University of Ilorin.

“Who's your favourite economic theorist?” John enquired on their first night on watsapp.

“I'll root for the Malthusian theorist... Thomas Robert Malthus” she replied.

“hmmm...that's fascinating. Why Malthus?” John asked as he rummaged through his brain for the little he knows of the Malthusian theory.

“The applicability and justification of his theory by economic events unfolding in Nigeria and other third world countries is a personal pleasure to me. Revolutionary theories are indeed resilient. They rarely die” she mused.

John was becoming increasingly fascinated with her depth of insight, even if he couldn't question its logic right-away.

“Have you any knowledge of Thomas Khun's theory of the structure of scientific revolution” he inquired.

“Yes I do. I've been intrigued by the dynamism in economic theories and I stumbled on Khun's thought on 'paradigm shift' that theories merely evolve from each other. No theory is a false, as the proponents of falsification principle will want to have us belief”

John was perplexed, he is vast and well read too, but you can't know it all. “This chic surely knows her onions” he thought to himself. This is the first time in a long while that she's having a long conversation that does not bother on romance and relationship with a lady. He must brush up his knowledge of history of scientific theories.

The chat went on for several hours everyday and in a month they were ready to meet, but Enugu was too far for him he wished she could come to Lagos. She seemed too paranoid about going to meet a guy.

“It will make more sense with you coming around than otherwise. If anything goes wrong it'll be fair to blame you at my place than people blaming me for coming over. John remember I don't know you yet”

'What are you expecting to go wrong? That I'll rape you or use you for rituals? And it's funny tou still don't know me by now?”

“Not so, but you know it's different. You can't even be sure you'll like me when you see me. I'm not tall o. You better see me first before you think of a toast or proposal. Don't break your own heart” she quipped.

They giggled and laughed on skype. The company of the two has been fun. Flora was beginning to love him, so do John but he knew the relationship wont work her way, it would work his way for a while, he had skeleton in his cupboard. She would bleed, he would bleed her, but it wont pain.

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