WARS, WARS EVERYWHERE AND NO PEACE
It is said that if there is no war, there is no peace. But unfortunately, even if there was peace, it never lasts. It can take towards the end of a millennium to obtain peace after an hour, a day, a week, a month, several months, a year or several years of war.
A war has to do with fighting against something. Just glancing through all the wars ever known in life can be disheartening: the Vietnamese war, the two World Wars, the Gulf War, the war in Iraq (of which has brought about strange little wars in the American presidency, congress and parliament), the Palestinian-Israeli war (of which there is no end; it is practically everlasting), the current war between northern Israel and southern Lebanon and the wars in Liberia, Sierra Leone, Cote d’Ivoire, my country Nigeria, Uganda, Rwanda, Kenya, Ethiopia, Eritrea, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Angola, Sudan, DR Congo, Cameroon, Mozambique and South Africa. The list is endless, the list is glaring and the list is sickening.
In all these wars, who suffers the most? The women and children. But one has to fight during childbirth. One has to fight against that rat or rats in one’s home. One has to fight against the pest(s) invading one’s farmland. Family disputes are also wars. There are emotional, mental and spiritual wars. One also has to fight against death in one’s old age. Who suffers the most in all these wars? Mankind. The fundamental truth is that wars can never be avoided. I conclude my thoughts by quoting the character Senator Levritt in the Ivy League College film THE SKULLS: “There are always wars to be fought.”
The ominous book…
As I passed by
a mysterious fire burnt a house
and a big book jumped out
landed at my feet
and you were racing towards me
I picked up the book and ran
but you captured me
snatched the book from me
and opened it:
You saw your wickedness
You were shaken by it
You were unnerved by it
You were frightened by it
You were shocked by it
Out of the book came your voice
A voice of curdled evil
I watched your face shrivel
Your whole anatomy gripped tight
Struggling with the tightness
The book holds you
And keeps you
Fighting with yourself
I watch from the ground
With astonished awe
When you drop the book
I run too
the other direction
leaving the book at the centre
WHAT IT IS…
Z: So, what happened?
E: They went up, on a game of chess.
Z: Chess? Strange. And the bird?
Z: Yes. Has it flown?
E: To the sky. Should it have flown?
Z: No. Not yet.
E: I tell you. They were on a game of chess.
E: He won her.
E: Why what?
Z: Why does he have to win all the time?
E: It is natural.
Z: It is unnatural. Did the bird weave?
E: This is the last part of its nest.
Z: I am asking you for the 5th and 26th time …
E: Ask no more! (goes away)
Z: A sad, sad world where he must win and she must lose, no matter what.
E: (returns) The bird seems to be returning.