Life is like a march past....

Just like a march past, life will always make room for a series of “about-face” turns. As soon as the parade takes pivot and turns clockwise (180°) to the opposite direction, those in front of the line as they march past the saluting point will end up being at the back. This about-face turn is not only confined to the reputations we hold, it includes change of attitude, behaviour, and even points of view. What I am trying to say is, pleasant or distasteful, restful or awkward, as long as life is on the move, no condition is permanent, even the permanent secretaries, as they say in Nigeria. If you think I am lying, reflect on the many things that have gone down in your personal life over the years.

As long as we live, some longstanding assumptions will be refuted, new ones established. Some folks will know that you deserve better, but they will muffle your right to have better. Some peasants will develop into mighty princes, some heroes belittled, demonised or penalised, and certain villains celebrated. Except for that of the Most High, constitutions and laws will be amended or repealed, late developers will grow, some will want to be successes in works that they do not love. Some onetime brains will take the shine off their brains. Poisons of today may become exquisite delicacies of tomorrow. Certain truths will be defeated and falsehood will become a regular attribute. Times will be such that adults will try to prevent unwanted pregnancies, whilst babies are busy making babies.

Sooner or later, I will die, probably forgotten, possibly remembered by a few who find my writings animated; some will take offence in what I write because I refuse to be responsible for their understanding of me. Some will understand the portrait I am trying to paint, and others will think I am just being a know-all. History cannot be undone, but it will be rewritten to blur some memories. Some will go down for others to go up. Some will wish they had done what they could’ve done but didn’t do. Many will be called, but only a few will be chosen, and those rejected will blame others for their bad luck, and by their deeds they shall be made or broken. 

If you ask me, this rollercoaster of an observable fact will remain until everyone is dead and that believed trumpet for resurrection is blown…. Phew, what a heavily loaded piece!