Be an asset not a liability to your parents (be inspired today 305 by Ngobesing Suh Romanus)

Are you an asset or a liability to your parents? Are you making life easy or hard for your parents?

It is believed that girl- children are more responsible than boy- children; and give support to their parents in old age than boy children. Is it true? Some people even say girls are more disciplined than boys. They cite boys who leave home and live in cities away from their parents for years without returning home; and what is worse, communicate very little with their parents, let alone support their parents in their old age.

If you cannot support your parents in their old age, how do you think people will look at you?

My people say a child is the walking stick of their parents. It means when your parents are old and unable to fend for themselves, it is your place to help them. Do not abandon them. They need you. Remember the sacrifices they made for you to bring you up. Had they not sacrificed as they did, you would not have been what you are. And now that you are grown, and have a good stand, help them to enjoy their last years in this world.

If you support your parents, you are an asset to them. If you make life hard for them, you are a liability.

Be an asset and not a liability to your parents.

Why have you not said a thing?

Is nothing wrong with her?
You haven’t told me anything?
Or didn’t you hear
What I asked you?
I asked,”what is wrong with her?”
But you haven’t said anything;
Or if nothing is wrong with her,
Why is this happening to her?
I really want to know;
And I am not alone ;
A lot of people are like me;
They want to know.
If you can say something,
I will appreciate.
Thank you for your very kind attention.
Thanks in advance for your response.

What is wrong with her?

She is so beautiful;
So nice in my eyes;
I strongly believe
That she will make
A great wife;
But she is not married;
She can’t find a husband;
What is happening?
All her friends are married;
But none is as beautiful
As she;
She is even highly qualified;
And has a good job,
Aren’t the men seeing her?
Men, what is wrong with you?
What is wrong with her?

Save a girl. Are you ready? Will you?

Have you seen this letter? If you think it can save a girl somewhere, why not make it get to as many girls as you can.

I have seen so many girls who have fallen victim to situations they could have avoided or escaped from, but they didn’t know until they landed in trouble.

Knowledge is wealth you know. Just a short piece of advice like what we have in this letter can-do wonders for lots of girls.

Please, share and let it reach many.

Thanks for your generosity.

Guest interview: The youngest guest on Success Inspirer’s World. Is she faster than her age? Listen to her.


When I met Apeksha Rai for the first time, she had an impact on me. She sounded mature; fully aware of where she was going and determined to get there. I was surprised when I learned she was only thirteen. I asked to have her as my guest to know more about her, her dreams and vision for the world. She did not hesitate. I am happy to publish this interview. Those who are worried about the future of the world and think the young people of today may not effectively lead tomorrow’s world are invited to read this. They may change their minds when they do.

Who is Apeksha? Give us a bit of your biography.

The world I live in is made of philosophy; the air I breathe is nothing but music; the things I see are all poetical;  all I like is called literature; what I hold is the mike; what I own is the dais; what I believe in is simplicity and what I’m called is Apeksha. I’m a thirteen year old simple school going Indian girl with a ‘small chest, big dream’. I belong to a middle class family and I’m blessed to have it. My father is a professor and he teaches Hindi (our national language); my mother is a housewife and I’ve an elder brother who’s just completing his education. I live in New Delhi and currently I’m studying in Ahlcon International School in 9th standard.

What do you like doing best in life?

Writing, reading, speaking and singing. These are all a major part of my life.

 What do you hate the most?

 I really hate the over glamorous and artificial lives people live today. I think being simple and original is the best way to live your life to the fullest.

Tell me if you like or hate school and why.  What are your academic dreams? 

I really love going to school because I’ve never seen school as a place where we simply have to study. For me, it has always been like a good reason to enjoy with friends, meet our wonderful teachers, and participate in various competitions. I’ve a great passion for English literature, so in future I want to measure its depth and witness the beauty. I’d love to do some research work in the field.

  How do you spend your leisure?

I spend my leisure reading books, writing poems and articles, or else by my music practice.


Which are some of the best books you have read? Tell me one or two things you have learned from a book that you will never forget.

Books based on philosophy, religion and mythology attract me the most. All the books I’ve read so far have circled around such themes only. And from these books, I’ve got a vision to see the world with different pair of eyes. I’ve learnt that behind everything lies a message and everything on earth is full of beauty and wonders.

Who are the men or women, present or historical figures who have inspired you the most? Why do they inspire you? What do you admire in them?

We cannot meet the historical figures; all we can do is read and know more about them by different mediums. There are many great people, yet I’m always inspired by people around me. My teachers, my parents, my schoolmates, all have inspired me.

 Which are/is your favorite quote(s)? Explain?

Quotes inspire me the most, and so there are many. But my love for philosophy always attracts me to Hegel’s quote:-

“When philosophy paints its grey on grey, then has a shape of life grown old. By philosophy’s grey on grey, it can’t be rejuvenated, only understood. The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk”

And Socrates’

“Athens is like a sluggish horse and I’m the gadfly, trying to sting it into life”

 How far have you gone towards achieving your ambition(s)?

I’m still in school, so all I’ve done is that I’ve started reading more and more. Reading is important if I want to do something in the field of literature.

  How did you become a blogger? I mean what prompted you?

2016-05-08 15.47.18

I didn’t know much about blogging before I had my own. My teachers and friends suggested that I should start blogging.

 What thrills you the most in blogging?

The most thrilling thing about blogging is that you never know who you’ll meet. It excites me a lot when I visit the blogs of other bloggers.

 What frustrates you if any?

I won’t say that it actually frustrates me, but it pinches me a bit when I’ve posted my poem and nobody comments on that!

 What have been the benefits of blogging to you? Which blogs have touched you in a special way since you started blogging?

Blogging has helped me connect over the globe; it’s a good way to connect with people and that too for a good purpose. Many blogs have touched me in a special way; it’s difficult to name them!!!

 What would you like to have achieved before your candle burns out in this world?

I want to have published a number of super hit books and composed countless poems. That’s all I want to do!

 To me you sound so confident; so decisive. Are you quarrelsome? Talkative, silent? Bold, timid? Etc. so sure of what you are going for in life? Talk about yourself a bit. Why are you who you are? Were you born the way you are?  What influenced you?

I’m much confident, very decisive, over talkative and quite bold. I certainly wasn’t the way I’m today. My parents have taught me everything and they play the most influential role in my life.


 Tell me the things happening in the world today that get on your nerves or that you really like.

The best thing in the world is the zeal for reading. I really feel blessed to live in a society of readers and writers. I think people around me have inspired me a lot.

 What is your evaluation of the impact of social media on the world? Are they building or destroying the world?

I think the world of social media is beautiful, if we get right users for that. I’m thirteen years old and except blogging, I hardly use internet but all the children of my age are on Facebook, instagram, twitter and all kinds of social networking sites even after knowing the required age. I mean they should think that Zuckerberg would have thought something before limiting the age group, isn’t he having higher intellect than us? Social media, today, is not destroying the world. Instead, the way we’re using it is causing destruction.

 Outside your country, which countries do you know? I mean which countries have you been to and for what?

I know many countries but I’ve never been out of India. I love travelling, but I think there is much to travel in India. First I should know my land well!


 Which countries would you like to visit? Why these countries?

European countries. I’ve read a lot about Greece and Rome in philosophy, and I’d love to visit these.

 How do you see yourself? Tough? Easy-going? Hard working etc? Tell me how you like the world to know you.

I see myself as a very emotional girl with tears always ready to spurt out! Yet at times I’m bold enough to face people. I’m not much hard-working but my grave is ready for the things and people I love. I want the world to know me as an ordinary girl who lives for her dreams.

 How would you like to be remembered when you are no more around?


 I want to be remembered as the simplest person in the world with the highest aspirations. A girl who found her world in her dreams and beauty in her thoughts.


Immense thanks to Apeksha Rai for this interview. I also thank you, drear reader, for making time to read it. The young inspire me a lot. You might have enjoyed the chat and would like to know more about our young guest. Visit her site at .You will love it. The bloggers’ solidarity community is also open to welcome Apeksha.

Many blessings to all.

You are the one (love song)

You are the one;
The only one;
That has a place
In my heart.

You are the girl,
My only girl,
That has been rocking
My heart.

You are my sweet
My only sweet love,
That burns like fire
In my heart.

I’m waiting for you,
To come to me, girl,
And cool this heat
That burns in me.

I cannot go girl,
Until you come here
And cool this heat
That burns in me.


Mrs.Yewi Yaro lived in Foncha Street, Nkwen in the city of Bamenda with her husband and their five children. Mr. Yaro was an army officer. The Yaro family was a very calm one. All the children attended Government High School Ntahsen, Nkwen. Mrs. Yaro was a full-time housewife. When Mr. Yaro went to work, she stayed at home and did the housework. They lived happily as a family and looked forward to even better days.

Out of the blues, a problem emerged and things took a different turn. It began one day when she got word that the female teacher in the Government High School who was giving extra classes to her children was having an affair with her husband.

At first, she did not believe all the stories that came to her because she trusted her husband. They had been married for many years and he had always been a good and faithful spouse. There was no reason for her to suspect him. Hence, she decided that she would wait and actually catch them red-handed before taking any action.

Her friends continued to stuff her with stories of her husband’s dealings with the girl in question.

“We are not telling you what we have heard but what we have seen,” Mrs. Amina said to her. “If you sit here and do nothing, your husband will be snatched away from you. Do not say we did not warn you.”

Mrs. Amina was a close friend of hers. They had been together for many years and had done many things together. She trusted Amina and often confided in her not knowing that she was not as honest as she appeared.

“I am only giving them a long rope to draw’, she responded to Amina. “She will be sorry for herself when the time comes. Do not be in the least worried. I will teach her that there are women and there are women. No woman crosses my path and goes free.”

The girl was called Manka’a. Mrs. Amina and her friends wanted Mrs. Yewi to send her to the guillotine. She was a young graduate from the Higher Teachers’ Training College, in Bambili. She was beautiful and full of life. She taught English Language in Government High school Ntahsen, Nkwen – the same school that Mr. and Mrs. Yaro’s children attended. She had taught there for four years and was admired and loved by almost all her students. As a young and hard working girl, her future looked very promising.

Mr. and Mrs. Yaro’s children were weak in English in school. Hence, Mr. Yaro wanted an English language teacher to help them catch up. Manka’a was recommended to him as the best person for the job.

“She is the best teacher in that school; and will give you full satisfaction,” he was told.

Mr. Yaro was happy, That was how he came to know Manka’a. Immediately they stroke a deal, she began to offer his two boys private classes after school.

The boys loved her. This pleased Mr. Yaro who came to like her as well and they became very good friends. However, there was nothing fishy about their friendship. It was ordinary friendship. It ended in school and had nothing special and nothing to hide. Unfortunately, when Mrs. Yaro’s friends saw them talking and laughing heartily one day when the man came to pick up the children from school, they at once concluded that they were having an affair. Hurriedly, they took the news to Mrs. Yaro and every day they added more to what they had already told her.


When the same stories were told repeatedly, Mrs. Yaro became jealous, worried and angry. But instead of asking her husband about it, she rushed to her village and consulted a soothsayer.

“Yes, a girl is dating your husband,” the soothsayer told her, as he peered into his ‘medicine pot’ after questioning her at length on the matter. “She is a beautiful girl; fair in complexion; a teacher by profession. She lives not far from your house. I am sure you know her.”

“I know her,” shouted Mrs. Yaro. “That must be the girl who is giving extra classes to my children. She is fair in complexion.”

“That is the girl,” said the soothsayer. “That is the girl who is going out with your husband. She has charmed him. She has stolen his heart. You are finished; completely finished. He hears only from her. He no longer hears from you. He looks at you now to be nothing because of this very girl.”

Mrs. Yaro started crying. “I am dead; I am finished,” she shouted.”

“Crying will not help,” said the man. “Action is what you need now. You have to do something before it’s too late. If you don’t act fast, your husband will throw you out and take her in.”

Within seconds, Mrs. Yaro’s eyes turned red. Her neck puffed with anger. Jealousy ate her up from inside. She began to sweat. She could pounce on somebody. The soothsayer did not make things easy for her. He asked her to bring the sum of two million francs for him to solve the problem for her once and for all.

“If you bring that amount, I will help you,” he said. “I will solve the problem right in front of you. Time is running out. If you do not act fast, it will be too late.”


Two million francs was not a small amount of money to throw away just like that. Mrs. Yaro wondered why she should spend such an amount of money to get back what was hers. She did not even know where to get that huge sum of money. Feeling desperate, she left the soothsayer, burning with the desire for a fight making up her mind to face the bull by the horns.

At that time, her husband was away on mission for one week. She thanked God for is absence. Without him at home, she knew she would easily do whatever she liked. It did not take her long to cook up a plan. First, she ground pepper that filled a bowl. The next day, she invited Manka’a to her house.

Being the children’s teacher, Manka’a had no reason to suspect anything. She believed the invitation had to do with the children’s studies. So, innocently, she hurried over to see Madam.

Her shock was beyond imagination when it was rather a furious Mrs. Yaro who received her. Before she understood what was coming, the pepper in the bowl had been poured on her body. She screamed so loudly that the children rushed to the scene to see what was going on. Bewildered, they tried to stop their mother from doing more harm.

“That will teach you how to date my husband,” shouted Mrs. Yaro. “You think you can cross my path and go free?”

Manka’a was shocked and scared. She was dying of pain.That was not what she had expected. As the woman struggled to undress her and rub more pepper on her body, she screamed so loudly that the whole neighborhood shook. Mrs. Yaro boasted that she would put Manka’a once and for all out of business and out of her way. The children, who were equally shocked by what their mother had done and was doing to their teacher, were also screaming and saying that she was innocent. However, this did not stop the woman from trying to cause more damage. Thanks to the intervention of neighbors, Manka’a was rescued.

She was hospitalized for six months. Although her face was slightly deformed, she maintained her beauty. Later on, she returned to school and continued with her job. When the case went to court, Mrs. Yaro was found guilty of attempted homicide and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. It was then that she understood what jealousy had done to her. After two years in prison, she got word that her husband had taken in a new wife who was called Manka’a – the innocent girl on whom she had poured pepper two years earlier.

Mr. Yaro had taken great offence when he came back and was told what his wife had done. He was angry because Manka’a was innocent and had been made to suffer for nothing. He swore that he was going to teach his wife that jealousy was not good. When she went to prison, he stayed behind and fell in love with Manka’a. She was happy to marry him and teach Mrs. Yaro an unforgettable lesson.

The ‘MUSIC & ART MIX’ Series – Part 18

Continuing with part 18 of the ‘MUSIC & ART MIX’ Series from the Michel Montecrossa Blog featuring songs, paintings, movies and photos by Michel Montecrossa and Mirakali – find more music & art in the original blog post on the Michel Montecrossa Blog here

Mirakali’s Electronica Song ‘Unendlichkeit’

’Girl Standing Next To A Forest’ – drawing by Michel Montecrossa

Girl Standing Next To A Forest - drawing by Michel Montecrossa

Description: ’Girl Standing Next To A Forest’, Mirapuri, 21st January 2016, pen on Hahnemühle FineArt textured paper, 33 x 48 cm

Photo by Mirakali – mountain ‘Monte Rosa’ in summer

More songs and movies:

See more posts from the ‘MUSIC & ART MIX’ Series on the Michel Montecrossa Blog:

Become Michel Montecrossa’s friend on facebook:

Mirakali’s Homepage:

Follow Mirakali Montecrossa on Instagram:

Painting ‘Girly Green’ by Michel Montecrossa

Painting ‘Girly Green’ by Michel Montecrossa

Description: ‘Girly Green‘, Mirapuri, 28th August 2015, ink and acryl on paper, 29 x 41 cm

Michel Montecrossa Homepage:

To stay updated follow the Michel Montecrossa Blog:

Explore Michel Montecrossa’s art, music, movies, quotes and more on Twitter:

All Michel Montecrossa Paintings and Drawings are available as High Resolution Digital Art Prints on canvas, either in standard-size A1 (59,4 cm x 84,1 cm) or on demand in other formats. See here previews of all paintings & drawings:

Send your order to: Filmaur Multimedia, Danziger Str. 1, 82131 Gauting near Munich, t: +49 (0)89-8508555,

New Exhibition: the ‘LOOKING FORWARD’ Art Exhibition 2017/2019 of Michel Montecrossa’s new  paintings and drawings at the New Art Gallery in the Filmaur Multimedia House (Danziger Str. 1, 82131 Gauting, Germany, ), more information about the exhibition you find here

Read here about ‘THE ENERGY OF ART’ ART EXHIBITION of Michel Montecrossa paintings and drawings at the Mirapuri New Art Gallery (Mirapuri-Coiromonte, Italy)

The ‘MUSIC & ART MIX’ Series – Part 2

Here is part 2 of the ‘MUSIC & ART MIX’ Series from the Michel Montecrossa Blog featuring songs, paintings, movies and photos by Michel Montecrossa and Mirakali. – find more art & music in the original blog post here

Description: ’The Riddle Of You #2’ by Michel Montecrossa, Mirapuri, 28th June 2014, ink on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm

More songs and movies:

Become Michel Montecrossa’s friend on facebook:

Mirakali’s Homepage:

Follow Mirakali Montecrossa on Instagram: