In the ancient village of the blind, there lived a monarch, Beckagus, who had just an eye. The village was blessed with thorough-bred young minds, seasoned political honchos and successful business tycoons. Like many other ambience, the countryside dwellers also comprised destitute indigents and poverty wrecked personalities. Nothing can sum the inhabitants’ ways of life than according the village a two-junction realities.
Traditions and heritage of the village is held to high esteem, no single person truly born from the land can afford to miss the annual traditional rites that served as the connectifier between the goddess of the ancient village and the long decayed ancestors which in turns declare and drives the layout of fortunes for the teeming individuals.
At the shrine of “ogbugu” — where the village sons and daughters ask from the ‘god of fortune’ to bestow on them new fate connects with oppulence of wealth, erase of bilious impoverished conditions, and maybe, profits from agricultural products — the village has a great fortune unknown to many because all are blind except the king who is one eyed.
One particular festive season, all legs assembled on the frontage of the historic homes of the gods. All faces were filled with hopes and dreams of renewing destiny as their hands would usher in dictate of fate. The towns and gowns converged to appease the gods, as usual, for another year requests. The vicinity was full to the brim.
A young man who was living in the urban city came for the first time. He realized that everyone has well sighting eyes but bewildered how they failed to see. He later observed that the blindness was a perception and human instituted beliefs.
He called on the people of the village to graduate from self induced blindness. They are not blind. They are just conditioned by the king to remain and live blind lives. He enjoyed all the fortune alone. He lived a life of no one can hold me back.
Like the village of the blind like the country flagged for green, white, and green — Nigeria. Our colonial masters designed our ways of life for us; what to know, what not to know, and how to know it. We are blessed with human, natural and mineral resources, yet we are utterly blind to use them to our collective advantage. The system only benefits the authority. The citizens cannot ask for their rights, because they really don’t know it. Citizens have been conditioned to believe that all is well, even while drowning into the well.
Our lack is not that we don’t have. Our lack is our inability to discover our strength, leverage our abundance and maximize the resources — the greater form of disability. While Nigeria is known for its oil riches, the reality of the nation is that corruption, unemployment and inequalities have destroyed the nation’s economic framework, causing it to be the poverty capital of the world. Corruption: Corruption is the major reason why poverty is at such a high rate in Nigeria.
Our fate or destiny is in our hands (it means it depends on our actions), this applies when we gain some sensibility, when we start making decisions, when we start seeing things clearly. This happens to people at different age in different circumstances. After that, every step we take or every action/effort of ours, helps create our future, our destiny maybe.
Not having hands or being physically disabled by birth is not any persons destiny. That’s because of some kind of biological or genetic abnormalities or complications, parents and circumstances are the reason for it. Its not the destiny of any person, as the destiny is created by one’s own actions and thoughts.
Don’t trust in destiny or fate, you should trust yourself and have faith in your actions and hard work, pay off is always beautiful. Believe in your work and its direction.
I’m not saying that there is nothing like destiny, I believe there can be and there is a destiny for everyone, but to achieve it and live it, you’ll have to invest your time and efforts in right direction. Its doesn’t come to us, we walk to it.