The uniqueness of components

I had the great pleasure of listening to Ron Kenoly’s music on Youtube the other day. I love all his music videos, but I was particularly moved by this instrumental piece, especially from 3:05 to 5.00. It is simply amazing! All these different instruments, which normally you don’t appreciate when they play all at once, just doing their thing, one by one. I never knew the flute could be so enthralling or the drums, or even the konga drums or the bass guitar!

Like a band, we can so easily fail to see the individual beauty and skills we all personally possess. Or we could fail to see our uniqueness in the band of life, and imitate others. Imagine if the saxophone decides to sound like a guitar, that would be weird, wouldn’t it? Each instrument is designed for a purpose and only by fulfilling that purpose would it feel truly useful and happy. The musical instrument called the triangle is just that, a metal triangle! Nothing unique or important about it’s appearance. It is not as detailed as a saxophone or a piano. But its tinkling and sonorous sound is not only pleasing to the ear, it adds to the rhythm of the band.

Childhood memories

This song takes me back to the '80's. I was a 5-year old, running bare footed in my village in Nigeria. I remember my uncle playing this on his little radio back then. I remember how carefree life was and the pleasures I had in just playing with my mates. We didn't have much then, but life was beautiful. I remember not having dolls, but using weeds instead. My mates and I would uproot fibrous weeds wash them to get rid of the sand, then form the roots into hair. We would use old rags as clothes for our 'dolls'. We were really innovative!

So enjoy this beautiful song by Sonia Spence called 'Where is the love?'

Free to be ME!

One of the quickest ways to feel sad and lose our peace is to start comparing ourselves with others. Don’t do it, it just sends your emotions on a nose-dive.

I can’t begin to count the number of times I have done that in the past. It is worse when you are comparing yourself with your mates who appear more successful in a particular area. I think as human beings, we will all struggle with that at one point in time or another. I wish I could say I have totally overcome it, but once in a while it happens, and then I have to renew my mind again. 

It really helps to remember that we are each very unique.

We all have temperaments, dreams, past experiences, skills, strengths and weaknesses, etc, that make us very unique.

Does sex really sell?

If you are not an alien, you must have heard the expression ‘sex sells”. We see it everyday from the models in adverts to the musicians who wear skimpy outrageous clothes to promote their albums. These musicians and indeed artistes are usually female and seem to have lots of fans, who not only love their music but also their ‘sexy’ looks. There is a huge pressure on new female artistes entering the industry to adopt the trend. This phenomenon is sadly worldwide, not just in developed countries. In my motherland Nigeria, which is a developing country, I see young media personalities and new ‘celebs’ and even ordinary young girls trying to imitate their Western counterparts. To them it is being modern and very 21^st century-ish to post their bikini or lingerie pictures on social media.

But, but, … I meant no harm! When charity backfires.

 Have you ever been in a position where you were mistreated for being good? It’s shocking isn’t it? You do good, you expect good, right?  I found out recently that it doesn’t always work that way. Good things don’t always happen to good people, neither do you receive gratitude and accolades for being nice or for fighting a good cause. It can make us feel unappreciated, confused, angry and even determined not to help others in future but it shouldn’t be that way. We can learn lessons from our not-so-good experiences of charity and become wiser. These are some of the lessons I’ve learnt after being burnt:

The important things

In the wake of the Oklahoma tornadoes tragedies, I have once again been reminded of the frailty of life and possessions.  It is amazing that even after hearing hear these stories, some of us still continue to sacrifice what is important in life in order to acquire possessions  that can suddenly crumble in an instant. It is worthwhile to constantly remind ourselves that good relationships are the true possessions that do not get blown away or get destroyed, when the tornadoes of life strike.

Never give up: Help is on the way!!!

Today I read a truly amazing story. A story of hope against all odds, a story that made me just cry out for joy! It was the story of the remarkable survival of a young woman pulled out alive from the rubble of the collapsed Bangladeshi garment factory after 17 days. Yep, you read right, 17 whole days, trapped underground, surrounded by dead bodies!

In all that time, she kept hitting hard against the walls that trapped her, hoping that the noise would be heard by the outside world. I can imagine how hard she must have hit those walls. 

Day one came and went, no one heard. Perhaps there were other survivors, and they encouraged each other. 

Day two, same story, more hitting, no response….all the way to day 17, by which time she was the only one alive; no one to talk with, no one to encourage her.