Creature of dignity

Of all creatures of dignity,
Man comes top of the list;
What can be sweeter than love
Shown to man?
And woman of course?
What can be sweeter than concern
For man when man is in trouble?
That is what makes man gold;
We must value man,
And treat him with love
And dignity;
Man was created in the image
And likeness of God;
Therefore, man is important;
Man is great;
Man is worthy of love, care
and respect;
Man is a creature of dignity.

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Love is not complicated, people are

Love is not complicated People are

These days…Relationship means…                                                                                                     Any where without you is better than any where with you

How individual lives are changing ,relationships are thrown into the dust bin,people forgetting the meaning and value & sacredness of ‘LOVE’,

Thanks to addiction to social media & smart phones !

Relationships are harder now!

“Conversations became texting,

Arguments became phone calls,

Feelings became subliminal messages,

Sex became easy,

The word ‘love’ is used out of context.,

Insecurities became a way of thinking,

Getting jealous became a habit,

Trust is hard to come by,

Being hurt became natural.

Leaving became the only option,

Sad but true,

So if you have something…that is worth it,..don’t take it for granted,

Fight for it,don’t let it go”       pinterest

Summary –

Be selfish,thanks to the inventions. indulge in your likings,Drink till you drop dead,fight without any reason,Ego is your life,jealousy is your partner, Greedy is your nature,Killing innocent is your taste,care not anybody,you owe the happiness you deserve,forget about dieting & exercises which are all money-making machines,,cheating is your mantra,money is everything and enjoy dying your own death,you owe nothing to anybody!

Is this the lesson modern-day life style teaching us ? Is this the meaning of advancement in human life ? Is this what all about relationships ?

And what about ethics,values,respect,responsibilities ,family relationship ?

Please share your thoughts.

Thank you.

Philosophy Through Photography

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Which face you will wear to day ?

This is a 3 minute read,

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”Mark Twain

I am not talking of the personality disorder which we come across in the Medical World…..I am talking about the normal,perfect down to earth gentlemen and gentlewomen, who invariably have two faces,sometimes many faces ( multifaceted indeed! )

“Everyone  has two faces but often we see only one side of them,so never judge anyone by their looks,because ,truth might surprise you” !    ‘unknown’

Have you any time seriously gazed your soul ?

I think we are all not just actors but great actors.Some examples,

1.You agree with me that wives hide (secrets) things from husbands, and husbands hide things from wives,but each will be talking to other sweetly and kindly.

2.All Men talk differently when they are with wives,and when the wives are not around.(men there… ..you know what I mean )

3. We preach our kids,but practice quite opposite.

4.Young boys and girls as lovers,constantly lie to each other which suits the situation.

5.We shout at our children and wives for no fault of theirs,but show sweet face to the boss,in spite of getting abused.

6.Married men ,when they come across a single woman, try,to attract her attention,but when wives are with them…it is a different behavior !

7.Our offline behavior is in contrast to our online behavior.You may be a beggar in real life ,but on social media you flaunt all your richness from nowhere !

8. You can see ,Professional child kidnapper/killer is a dedicated father to his kids.

I can go on and on…..

We all wear masks.

Let us be frank.And that is the way of life ! And we have to live that life if we want to survive in this wretched world.

And the worst part,you know…..even with God we play our duality !

“There’s a duality of a guy calling on God: ‘Where are you when I need you’ and the,at the same time .’God helps those who helps themselves.’…I think that contradiction does exist in all of us ,those of faith and those who profess to have no faith.  ‘JoeCornahan’

Now that we realized that all of us have two faces( dual personalities)….now it becomes even more scary.

“It’s not about who’s real to your face,

It’s about who’s real behind your back”   unknown

So be busy checking your back frequently !

And wishing and praying that, let 2019 bring just the single and original face of ours all the time !

Thank you  Philosophy through photography

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Jealousy

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.

MRS YARO GOES TO A SOOTHSAYER

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.”

AN EVIL PLAN

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.

#WordPrompt….#Beauty

Beauty is a Blessing……words should be equally soothing & alluring….else Beauty becomes a #Nuisance.

I am sure not just me as a #Man Every Men here on this #Planet admire The Beauty of a #Woman.

But……I will say sometimes some Women take the Beauty as a permanent #Ornament forgetting the Law of Nature….

•Nothing is Permanent….so as the Beauty of a Woman•

Words uttered from the Beautiful lips 👄…If chosen with equal subtle content makes the •Beauty more Beautiful•

We all know it well….We all are Mortal & sooner or later we are to leave the #Stage & be one with #Eternity….

Only our deeds will remain as a sweet-memory for our loved one’s & admires as a #MemoryCherished for a life time.

Let’s respect #SelfRespect of every one and choose words in private as well as in public to beautify this Beautiful Planet of Best #Creations of #Almighty.

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#Thoughts put to #Words

#CreativeSiba

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Drawing ‘Summerworld’

Drawing titled ‘Summerworld’ by Michel Montecrossa

Description: ‘Summerworld’, Mirapuri, 2013, pen and wax crayons on paper, 42×30 cm

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Drawing ‘Kissing A Bearded Man’

Drawing titled ‘Kissing A Bearded Man’ by Michel Montecrossa

Description: ‘Kissing A Bearded Man’, Mirapuri, 2013, ink and wax crayon on paper, 42x30cm

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Stronger without spouse?

If you are stronger without him,
Then you are strong indeed;
And I say, “Bravo!”
If you are strong without her,
Then you are strong indeed;
And I say, “Bravo!”
That is what it should be;
Learn to stand on your feet;
To grip any blows that come;
And fling them back;
Crying adult-babies get no sympathy;
Instead, more blows reign on them;
Be strong even without him;
Be stronger without him.
If he cannot stay;
Be strong even without her;
Be stronger without her;
If she cannot stay.

I got inspiration to write this poem from a comment on my site by Sweet Sana. Thank you, lovely friend, for inspiring me with your comment!