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INside Story

104.5mHz

“…Fresh attack has been launched in Mayfair again late this afternoon which claimed few lives. We’ll be bringing more updates to you as they come in.”

“The military administrator of Osun State; Lt. Colonel Anthony Obi has ordered a dusk to dawn curfew in Ile-Ife in view of the unrest that has claimed several lives and properties….”

In the dawn of my life and the dusk of 1997, such were the news I woke up to. From when the first cock crow in the morning, to when the trumpet came to announce the 1pm news and till the talking drum eke out at 8 in the even for the “iroyin aago mejo (news at 8)”, they were all tales of woes and wars.

104.5mHz

“…Fresh attack has been launched in Mayfair again late this afternoon which claimed few lives. We’ll be bringing more updates to you as they come in.”

“The military administrator of Osun State; Lt. Colonel Anthony Obi has ordered a dusk to dawn curfew in Ile-Ife in view of the unrest that has claimed several lives and properties….”

In the dawn of my life and the dusk of 1997, such were the news I woke up to. From when the first cock crow in the morning, to when the trumpet came to announce the 1pm news and till the talking drum eke out at 8 in the even for the “iroyin aago mejo (news at 8)”, they were all tales of woes and wars.

Wars don’t start on their own of course, first a misalignment of will, then a disagreement, next is the anger to show something to someone. “We’re not going to settle this here” they boast. Then lives are lost and our crevice turned to a gulf. Even though close, yet far torn apart by this lacuna. Oh, lives of men are the exchange rate of those cold wars of those days. Death toll don’t stay football score-line way, you hear things like basketball scores of 119-89. That’s how scores were kept. I’m not talking about Jordan’s basketball; I’m talking about lives of men.

One of the things that has interested me as I learn along life is the will of the injured through the battle of life. Much after the several experiences that painted the canvas of my childhood memory I’ve asked my friend who work on the frontline how people survive bullet-ripped body and still come out alive. He’d told me the will of the person injured matters.

“How?” I asked.

First thing you do is to make them relax, then tell them not to be afraid!

“Don’t sleep man! I got ya.

You can’t leave me you know!

Look into my eyes.

You will be fine.

Stay strong for your daughter; Jenny!

After this battle, we’re going home and have those pleasant memories with our families.”

It paints a picture for the victim writhing through pain. He’s fighting the battle either to stay here or to look at the light beyond. At that moment, you’re in a transaction with life and death. But your injured buddy still holds the consent. You help him to negotiate by showing him the offer – what life will look like if he chooses to go through the pain and stay alive. Most times, it works. At other times, it doesn’t. your comrade has chosen the other option.

Success in life, agreement in relationship, lifetime deals and transactions that can bring about detours or retours are crested in the fraction of seconds. But the effect remains in the chip that we’ll carry along to eternity. All boils down to what you chose at the time that matters the most. You are motivated, talked to and at other times preached to. Yet the will to do and to do right lies right in your hands. The power that create the drive and the change don’t come from without. They come from within. All these while, they are there. Just there. Lying fallow. They needed ignition. No airplane fly safe been towed in the sky. If it is ever going to get over this turbulent that lies ahead, it needs power driven from the IN-side. The IN- is where life began and the will to give it off or to come out over the thick cloud is a function of what goes-on on the IN-side. Never base a lifetime decision on what influences you on the outside, rather form picture from it and decide for yourself whether this life will be worth living or it’s not worth more; than giving it off, because most times in life, we are never without options.

Amore cum, ab

Yeni Manuel.

© yenimanuel@yahoo.com | 2017

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Yeni Manuel

Ayeni Emmanuel Olaoluwa; Yeni Manuel for short is a young and agile man with the vision to "light up your light". He holds a Bachelor of Engineering degree in Civil Engineering from Nigeria's foremost University of Technology; The Federal University of Technology, Akure. He has passion for writing and a legendary penchant for human development. He loves reading, travelling, researching, counselling and taking time to talk people to life. He's a practising graduate engineer and certified PMP and he enjoys it.

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