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The cost(?) of integrity


Really, everyone praises evil these days.
The right values have become bad.
The bad things have become good.

You’re old-school when you ask for SOFT drink at social gatherings.
You’re old-school when you dull, you decline “help” from your willing friend in the exam hall – not like you got a clue to the question in front of you o.
You’re dull – a willing chic visits, and you “let her go” just like that..
Co-execs at work have found a loop-hole in the company accounts and you’re meant to be one of the “co-beneficiaries” of the bounty they’ve decided to loot. You decline because of some integrity you hold on to. Clearly you’re dull.

There are numerous other examples in daily life about how things that are clearly wrong have become the standard way to live.
Truth remains: if 99 out a 100 people choose to follow the wrong path, it doesn’t makes the wrong path right.”

“The wicked are everywhere
and everyone praises what is evil.
Keep us always safe, O Lord,
and preserve us from such people.”

The tendency is for folks to start thinking they gain nothing by holding on to their godly integrity.

“As we see it, proud people are the ones who are happy. Evil people not only prosper, but they test God’s patience with their evil deeds and get away with it.”

But the truth is that the life of a person who holds on to his integrity in a perverse world, is far easier and more peaceful.

A liar spends a lot of ATP covering his tracks and trying to make his different stories consistent. I do not envy that.

Those fellow execs who invited you to loot with them, some news comes up that a regulatory body discovered funds missing in the company account. You’re remain as cool and calm as a cucumber.

Fear of scandals and other issues relating to extra-marital sex? Not as issue at all.

The list goes on..

To cap it all, you have no worries at all. You go about your daily business with a clean mind, a clear conscience and a skull devoid of worries.

But even more importantly, God sees and acknowledges these things. Centuries ago, He had to school a group of people who were uncertain about these concepts. These guys had been wondering aloud amongst themselves whether they gained anything at all by keeping their godly integrity.

“As we see it, proud people are the ones who are happy. Evil people not only prosper, but they test God’s patience with their evil deeds and get away with it.”

..and the Lord listened and heard what they said. In his presence, there was written down in a book a record of those who feared the Lord and respected him.

God then said,

“They will be my people. On the day when I act, they will be my very own. I will be merciful to them, as a father is merciful to the son who serves him.”

This gets interesting. God continues,

“Once again my people will see the difference between what happens to the righteous and to the wicked, to the person who serves me and the one who does not.”

That difference is too big a deal to me. I would give up the world just to have it.

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Posted by on March 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Either one or the other


Here I was trying to clean up the mess I had created.
Wait. I did not create any mess. The hot stove did.
It is one of two things. Either the hot stove created the mess or the hot stove created the mess.
Count me out of the cause.

Either the hot stove was too fast heating up the pot of red stew on it or I waited too long to take off the pot I placed on the hot stove.
The long and short of the whole sad story is that I sacrificed a whole pot of red stew. That pot meant a lot to me.

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My very special friend saw my plight which was, if I had to eat any nice meal, I had to eat out. One day, our talk went that way and she decided to ease my suffering. Her response: Two nice bowls of hot red stew – just for me. It was meant to last as many days as possible.

I had gone halfway or so down the whole volume, then one day..

I put the remaining red stew in a nice small pot and on the electric stove.. then went to sleep – not literally.
I went about my business as if I had not put anything on the hot stove. If it was one hi-tech stove with a sensor to know when the soup was done, it would simply have turned off the heat as soon as my stew was ready. That did not happen. Instead, it got hotter. Hotter and hotter till my stew got destroyed – literally.

As my stew steadily got closer and closer to the point of no return, I went about about my business with a heart without worries. I got into grandma’s room to get a cover cloth and then, that funny smell.
I sniffed.

Pity.. I couldn’t scream. Real men don’t scream. Only girls do.
What I could do, I did. Raced to the kitchen at Mach 2.

Turned off the stove and lifted up the lid. There was my stew – plain ruined.

It was a bad mess – that the stove created. Not me. At that time when I was meant to be having a nice meal, I was prepping the pot to be cleaned up.
So, instead of blaming myself for leaving my pot of stew on a hot stove unattended,

for the danger my carelessness put both myself and the whole house in,
for allowing all of my friend’s benevolence go to waste,
for trusting a hot stove to monitor my stew and turn itself off at the right time, even though I did not leave it any special instructions, or program it in any way,

I blame that stove.

Yes I blame that stove though I know if I do things this exact same way in the future, I will get this exact same result.

I blame that stove.

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Cheap Magic


I got to gma’s house this afternoon. I needed to see her to pack some consignments. I didn’t meet her. My grandpa was also not at home. They had both gone out. Funny enough, they had gone where I was just arriving from – the UITH.

Deborah and Esther were in the living room watching TV. Somewhat disappointed, I went straight to my room, took my shoes off, and got on my bed. Nothing made sense. All I wanted was just to see my g-folks. So, when Esther came around with her little chats, I was the opposite of veeeery interested. I was dozing off as she kept trying to start a conversation. She asked one funny question after another, and I lazily mumbled answers.

But soon, things took an interesting turn. She asked, “why do you always have that Bluetooth headset on?” I can’t remember what answer I gave. She asked again, “how do songs play on it, do the songs come with it when you buy it, or do you put songs on it after you buy it? How come it can play on it’s own?” – A barrage.

THEN I GOT INTERESTED.

What kinda questions? Mama, the songs are playing from my phone.. – I didn’t say that aloud. What I said aloud was “you put the songs there yourself.” She looked puzzled. “How?” to which I replied, “you just call the song name and ask it to jump into the headset. That’s all.” I observed her facial expression. She looked like she believed it. Only my chuckle gave me away. She laughed and said it’s a lie. A lie? OK.I took it up and decided to make her believe. I was going to erase every iota of doubt left in her mind.

“That thing listens to me” I continued. “When I talk to it, it hears.” She kept looking unsure. “When I tell it to sing it does, like this..” I pushed Play on my phone as I said aloud “SING!” Of course the headset started “singing”. She was surprised. Then I said “STOP SINGING!” as I pressed stop on the phone. Of course she couldn’t see that I was manipulating stuff. My hand and the phone were both secured under the shelter of a pillow. “See?” I asked. I saw she was sinking it. So, I cemented the brainwash, “I can also tell it to sing the next song if I want.” I ordered, “SING!” then “I’m tired of this track jor, Oya.. NEXT TRAAAACK!” My headset obeyed dutifully. She was spellbound. Then, “Headset, now you’re disturbing me, I need to sleep. STOP!” Headset hushed up. She sank it raw.

She then went on to ask more funny questions about computers – a completely unfamiliar terrain to her. How I put all the songs and movies on it there? etc.. Of course, I loaded her with more crap.

As far as technology goes, she’s a blank sheet. It availed me the raw fun of toying with her mind.

That’s what you get when you’re ignorant. YOU WILL BELIEVE ALL THE STUFF YOU SHOULDN’T BELIEVE – in a different sense from Believing the Unbelievable – Faith.

 
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Posted by on September 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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