"Mom, I am now a big boy. I
should
not be carrying a bowl of
water on my
head"
He then moved closer to his
grandmother sitting closely to
them
and asked her,
" Grandma, what do you
think.? Mom
should understand that right?"
The Grandma gave a feeble
smile and
said, "yes, yes ma son, mom
should
understand that you're now a
big boy
who should see more reason
why you
should not allow her do the '
much
domestic chores' and that you
as a
male is not an exception at all"
she continued after a little
calm,
"My dear son, if you carry a
gallon of
water on your head two people
will
see you. One of them will think
you
are so useless and treated bad.
And
you're not far from the person.
But the second person will say,
Oh! look at this big boy, a
humbled boy.
At his age he still help his
mom? This
is great, I admire his zeal."
(sometimes I wonder the mind
set of
children of this generation, I
wonder
where their heart is, they're
not or
rather they care less of
receiving
parental blessings.
They don't know the great
blessing
attached to when they aid their
parents. I fear their future.
Maybe, they all need Esau or
Jacob
to lecture them on that. Jacob
who
went extra miles to do all
things just
to have his father's blessings
before
Esau. You may define Jacob as
a brother who took advantage
of his brother to earn their
father's blessing but come to
think of it in my corner,
parental blessings were what
nobody wished to miss. They
believed in it and it worked
for them. Jacob envied this
blessing though he didn't work
to earn it but we could see a
son who desired and knew the
degree of effective parental
blessings. I ask: Do we even
have Jacobs today? We rarely
have.
If my answer is right then no
need to ask of the Esau's.)
The grandma continued,
"Son, I want you to strive to
receive
blessings of your parent...when
they
demand something from you,
do it
with all zeal and with no iota
of
grudge"
Before she finished, the boy
took the
gallon with his 'big boy dress'
and he
went to fetch water for his
mom, he left the grandma with a smile.
On his
return from the Well, he met
the
corpse of his Grandma.


ABOUT THE WRITER

SULE T. Joshua born SULE T
BMITOSAHI JOSHUA is a Nigerian, a
native of
Gbagyi people of Kuta, Shiroro local
government, Niger State.
He puts on 'bigger smile' when he's
addressed as "STJosh" (SainT
Josh). He has severally opposed
friends who claim that he's not a
saint with words like:
"...those who call themselves
'thunder or scorpion', are they real
thunders and scorpions?
It's cos they wish their lifestyle to be
patterned fierce.
If then I've chosen to be a 'saint' why
oppose me? The world is in
need of saints not thunders and
scorpions."
Readers, Sule T. Joshua is the
founder of Chooserightly Generation
(CrG), a number one NGO filled up
with children, teens & youths with
the desire and passion to aid and
abet each other to survive and
fulfil purpose in this world we live in.

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Give me some quiet,
my brain is starved,
I need cooked books
to eat,
Gimme some liquid
of poems to drink,
I need to think.

-
I will grow fallow
If no one follow.
Come, show me
where to feed my brain
before it goes fallow.

By:
SULE T. BMITOSAHI JOSHUA

(St*Josh)

A SHORT STORY

Some years back while I was writing my
SSCE, my mammy has this way of making
you dedicated to reading in each of the
exams you find yourself. I still remember
her sayings, some weeks before my
exams, 'Charity, Agnes I believed you're all
aware that your brother Joshua will
commence his exams soon enough? I am
making a stand now that when he begins
the exam, he is not permitted to wash the
ditches, sweep the (sitting) rooms/vicinity,
fetch water, iron clothes, cook food( I
wasn't that good in any of the food thing),
go errands, take care of the poultry..." All
she was saying is that I should not do any
time consuming work but I made it look
like "Mommy says I should just be in my
room. Eats a lot. Sleeps whenever due."
Agnes did all the house chores during this
period. She was such a workaholic. She
begged for a second hand but I never gave
her, like I wasn't having any of those
hands to even wash pot. I wished someone
could have fed me, open the bottle of
cokes I was favoured to drink each
weekends during the exams. Coke bottles
were not seen after my exams. But for the
freedom, I never revealed my exams were
over for a good one week.
It is a long years now. My sister is now
writing her SSCE too. I'm coincidentally
home for a school break. . . she hopes to
give me more. . . because she will definitely
get the 'SSCE freedom'

By Sule T.B Joshua ( a.k.a Tekande)

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(L)ife is like a Matches,
(I)t has to be lit,
(F)an into flames,
(E)lse it turns off.

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(L)ife is like a Matches,
(I)t has to be lit,
(F)an into flames,
(E)lse it turns off.

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(L)ife is like a Matches,
(I)t has to be lit,
(F)an into flames,
(E)lse it turns off.

©Tekandes