IN THE LAND OF MYTH; WHERE THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE

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IN THE LAND OF MYTH; WHERE THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE

In the land of myth, where there exists no knowledge, but the knowledge necessary for survival. Where in-depth wisdom is the gift of man, and common sense is a natural gift like breath.
Where there exists no invisible boundaries and a smile really is contiguous as it is supposed to be.

Where our race does not differentiate us from others. Our financial status does not determine our rank in the society, nor does our socioeconomic status affect the kind of friends we, and our family, can possess and relate to.

Where no one dies by a sword nor kills by a sword. Where we do not yearn for more than we can lay hands on, and men do not have to liquidate each other for Gold or Coal. And I do not have to frame my sister in other to snatch her possessions.

Where we do not yearn more for individualism than we do for unity.
Where walls do not signify division, and do not give us the permission to kill each other, but are just tools for decoration.
Where we do not turn trees, mountains and water bodies into boundary markers. Where a thin line does not say the words: "These people are not of us, and if you step foot there, you are as good as dead," but rather: "You should come over one of these days to see how sweet we are."

Where everybody is willing to share; even in the poorest meager state. Where we are willing to sacrifice for the sake of another. And plucking the coconut of your neighbour does not call for your lynching. And there is no need to beg, because nobody is greedy, nor is anyone stingy.

Where some people are not called rich and others poor, some fat and others slim, some intelligent and others dumb. Where we are not absorbed in our own souls, ignoring the senses and emotions of our own.

Where the traveler does not have to carry with him blankets, for the warmth of the people in the land is enough to save a life. He does not need with him a sword, for there are no thieves and bandits. And if there were to be any predators, the surrounding people will come running to his rescue. 

Where our dreams take us every night, and make us smile even in deep slumber. Some of us call it the Next Life, while others call it Heaven. I have also come across someone who calls this myth "A Better Tomorrow." He claimed this myth could be a reality, only if Our society tells us better stories and meets us with better characters as we age.

He also believed that you and I, if not turning the whole myth into a reality, can at least take it upon ourselves to make a part of it a reality. I choose to smile at everybody and make a smile as contiguous as it is supposed to be, what about you?

You can decide not to be rude, but as gentle as a mother stroking her child.
Our purpose in life is to attain the mercies and pardon of our Creator; instead of amassing the wealth of this life and seeing our own suffer, and end up labelling them "The Poor".

Your sister,
Nuhu Alimatu Sadia
Ummuabuuha.blogspot.com
Ummi.ug@gmail.com

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