Seven social sin according to Frederick Lewis Donaldson in sermon given at Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925 are:
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
Have you imagined what happen sometimes in life when what you least expected strikes? Sometimes furry or strange though; not always inconceivable. Now and again, when a mango fruit is found on orange trees. Such are the moment when miseries prospectively overshadowed one’s thought. One may have thought its in-possible,while simple scientific prove through puddling or other method may deflate one’s rudimentary reliance. If local agricultural technique is anything to go by,its certainly impossible except if some abracadabra is applied from the psychic world. I mean,the process where and when people apply un-imagine ‘black power.’
A leader once told me there isn't 99.9% loyalty. I almost subscribed to this dogma until i visited political world. Even at that,I was trained to be loyal to my scruples at the front burner of death but,never to please anyone for the noise they make. Strictly,i adhere to same methodology of spiritism and risky rare believe consistently. It was a path i have chosen sometimes in the past in the socio-politico world. I mean when the political falsie was on my head. Those memorable partisan days before limitation sets in. Be that as it may: the stage is such a hard one to quit even in the mist of new challenges of life. Just like then,it's so hard leaving the same arena. I didn't just find it hard,it was an inborn trait. The garment insulting though rewarding if not now,then later. Sagaciously,down the throat of my lovers; a hard tie to knot though, hundred of people in their librated judgement pick facts in it and grow along. I have grown old to know that a Sensible man is superior to the mighty one. Within political parties there is generally a deep mistrust of those people whose party loyalty is so weakened or absent that they feel able to defect to another party.
The act of joining a political party is a much greater commitment than being a habitual voter for any particular party. The contract of membership is financial rather than in blood. However, those active within a party will often talk about membership in terms of family, or tribes. A much greater connection is understood through party membership than in many other contexts, apart perhaps from the passionate loyalty of a fan to a football club.
How many of you remember those ugly moment when good bye is hard –most a word to say? There was a period in every man’s life when saying good bye proves something hard . This alone is a statement of fact! The frame of mind,the quixotic moment or amusing past may be accompanied by hot tears or as the circumstance perhance. Its not just about the reminiscence alone but, something haunting. Parenthetically,that reminds me of the post nursery school days end of the year revelry. Most importantly the resolutely end of the year bee where each person are billed to enjoy the fun. The popular ‘’ere ibile’ traditional dance,the incinerating dramas and the stimulating lessons. One memorable moment is the period of the fugitive outing of the final year class pupils. The usual songs are most tear cracking. One among the popular songs of the hoary:
“Odun mefa wa tipe ooo,otipe o, a hunlo...
A’o kiyin p’odigbose l’oni
Eyin ara,p’agidari,odun wa o p’áo fiyin sile titi d’ojo taa ho tun pade ....”
People in my age circle or thereabout may have picked from where i stopped because, the track is unceasing. Its one big thing to never wish to let go but;when necessity demand,one have to interchange to the context of the next page of life. It's such a natural phenomenon one had some few years ago. Subsequently, the memory linger on. It’s the usual definition of a new make usually in a nameless direction. Painful as it may be,when you think of those sightless combat,resistance and vows you made for “would be or had been” political slots, divorcees and much celebrated bride of one time perceived enemies,one may be forced to apologize to nature for the errors committed while trying to help mend fence(s). The risk endured to help preserve mandate of one time old groom and new converts. Sincerely,the common saying of no permanent political enemies surface more close to reality.
On this premise,i wish to aver that; the present hegira of some people from umbrella party to broom revolution in my homeland is an attestation to the popular Bob Marley evergreen lyric “worst enemy today may be your best friend’s tomorrow and your best friend your worst enemy”. If Marley were to be alive today,he would have be my guest entertainer to help preach the gospel but, his ever living tuneful record reads on. I give it to him!
"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies."-Roucho Marx
I wish i have enough to appeal. Enough to preach. Enough to educate my political fellas out there on the need to see reason(s) no politician no matter the level of existing bond between you worth just little of your sacrifice without validation. Today unlike yesterday,if i were to be card carry member of our old home-umbrella party,i would have loved to say;the old sinners are dead while new saints are born. Those we’ve all labored to enrich. Those you have brought to political limelight through outright strength. Those who have ate the most nutritious part of our common wealth. Those you all gave room to curry undeserved wealth in various capacity while you all went to bed empty stomached. Those we all impetuously fought guerilla war for while their kids were under cover. What has happened to the loyalty? The secret oaths,the “aluwo,igbadi,ajedi,okigbe’s ” and the rest?
Covertly,It is relatable to bid you safe trip as you sojourn to the land of SAINTS.I pray you had a memorable reception in your newly rented apartment. That your vacuum would be felt by your old buddies or not remains a matter of history and news for another day. I am forced to believe that,its only hunger that deliver men unto their enemies.
I leave you with this word that: it is a general view within political parties that defecting is the ultimate betrayal. May our hands and destiny never hutch us-amen.
Abraham Olusegun Adeleye
Writes from Okemesi Ekiti.
http://www.ngrmirror.com/2016/07/hosanna-todaycrucify-him
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