THE COST OF ENVY

THE COST OF ENVY

THE COST OF ENVY

In the ancient city of Babylon men lived by strength and ruled with wisdom. Civilization worked on all fours in the fortress of Babylon and the wealth of other nations swam like a mighty ocean to the chambers of Babylon. The Emperor of Babylon conquered the world by his invincible army; which was profound in might, strength and wisdom. Richest men of the world carved their niche in the valleys of Nineveh and hunted for fun on the hills of Assyria. Some would go on a safari to Africa and get more slaves who would till their farms for them. The members of the Black continent only had tickets to enter Babylon if only they were ready to be slaves for the warriors of the land.

 

The Great Babylon

The Great Babylon

As riches flowed like River Nile, wealth formed a mound as gigantic as Mount Everest. One of the richest men in Babylon, Gaius Henry, a tall handsome man in his early forties built an empire for himself in Babylon. He was respected by the people and highly regarded as one of the wisest men of the land. He has the highest number of slaves, the biggest of farms and the largest herd of cattle. His fortune became the envy of all and what all men wish they could have.

 

The fortress of Gaius which serves as his abode was an architectural edifice which makes the eyes of men wonder and a beauty to behold. It was built not too far from the palace of the King and quite a number of people do argue which one is the best. The fortress has 200 rooms, the inner chambers were laid with gold and its entrance was laced with polished furniture. The fortress shines and glitters as the wood were covered with gold. The curves and bends of the fortress were intricately designed and it became a marvel of Babylon.

 

Renard, a peasant farmer who was in his early seventies served as slave in the palace of the King.  Asides his work in the palace of the King, he has a small farm he tills which was usually cultivated by his wife and children. The septuagenarian has being a slave of the King since age 22 when he was brought in from Africa after the Babylonians conquered the North of Africa. Renard on his way home would always behold the beauty of the fortress of Gaius and wish in his heart if he could have such a building.  It was his custom to always look sternly and religiously at the mouth-watering edifice to the point that his tongue could almost wag. He would go back home sad, distraught, disturbed and frustrated as he has given up on himself.

 

A beautiful edifice

A beautiful edifice

Lost in the wonder and the awesomeness of the Gaius edifice, unknown to Renard he never knew that Gaius noticed his religious worship of his fortress. Gaius wondered why one person would always look at his house every day and go home sorrowful. On this fateful day, Gaius decided to invite Renard to his chambers, he told his guards to bring him so he could have words with him.

 

“Why do you always look religiously at my fortress every day?” Gaius asked.

 

With fright and fear in his eyes,  Renard answered: “My Lord, anytime I look at your house,  I wish I had one for myself or a house close to the beauty of your house, But I am a slave and there is no way I could have acquired a land for myself talk less of building a house”.

 

“I think my Lord is wicked for I wish you will not be selfish with your wealth and share it amidst the men of Babylon and help the poor to be as rich as you are”

 

Gaius, a wealthy and humble citizen of Babylon had pity and compassion on the slave. Gaius said: “I understand your plight, but you are also wicked because you did not think of what the rich and wealthy go through to build their fortress, I will give you an assignment, I will give you a thousand shekel of gold, you shall keep it for two weeks, I will collect it from you in a fortnight”.

 

After the conversation, Renard departed from the fortress with a thousand shekel of gold in his custody. When he got home, he forbade his wife and children to enter his room as he kept the money in the treasure chest. He ordered his wife to sleep in the living room. During the night, Renard woke up intermittently to check the money. He was afraid and full of fear thinking that he would lose the money. This went on for a week as Renard was perpetually in fear; checking the money surreptitiously.

 

Envy!

Envy!

A week after the meeting with destiny in the fortress of Gaius, Renard ran like a deer chased by a lion as he went to the gates of Gaius. He asked for permission to see Gaius telling the guards about the urgency of the meeting. Soon he was in the chambers with Gaius as they had a face to face chat.

 

“I could not sleep because of the fear which gripped my heart, I was afraid that thieves would visit me in the darkness of the night and go away with your hard-earned wealth. Take your money so that I could have my peace”. Renard told Gaius.

 

Gaius replied; “Why will you judge wealthy men and think that they are selfish? You don’t know a bit of what rich men go through in their fortresses. Learn contentment and build your empire gradually, bring my money, take a hundred shekel to start your business, go in peace”.

 

Renard learnt a great lesson after realizing what it takes to be a rich man. He garnered his wealth gradually until he had enough confidence to build great empires and gain his freedom from the King.

 

P.S.:***Fiction: a creative thought of the writer and any form of coincidence was not intended.

“He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.” – Greek philosopher, Socrates

© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji

 

About the Author

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.

He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

 

ABRACADABRA

ABRACADABRA

ABRACADABRA
(And that will be for the day)

Buuu bu buu booooo
Blast it off
Pu phu pluuuuu lulu pro
Prophets, pastors
Popo, politicians, gangsters
Rhetorical masters
You are magicians
All of you

Lolo lo lawyers, mayors
Soothsayers
You are just the same
Full of twaddle
Belonging to this name
‘Magicians’
All of you

I’ve heard of your
hocus pocus
In church, streets
Universities
Entertainment or conference centers
Donors..that day at Bingu International
How come the aid comes
With demands so rational?
And them leaders
Voice so mellifluous
But just for the instance
Bringing no transformation

Wow! Abracadabra

Wow! Abracadabra

The supreme Deity
Will flagerrate
The nincompoopery
Out of you
Then your eyes will crop up
And serve as a presage
To the direction you are heading, hades
Or do you need new specs
To vividly foresee
The outcome of hypocrisy?

And to you recidivists
How long will you be
Held by the wrong arm of the Law
Till you bleed to death?
Retire from malfeasance
And come to to to to to light

“For the good and the Wise lead quiet lives”

(By me, The God Centered Poet and of course The Whum Hero)

 

About the Author

Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary for the Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ, in heavens wing.

 

THE ROAD TO NIGERIA

THE ROAD TO NIGERIA

THE ROAD TO NIGERIA

The road to Nigeria is littered
with bones of those who protest,
those who splash spittle on the
faces of our generals,
those who lock their doors
and bid farewell to their relatives.

 

The road to Nigeria is littered
with skulls of innocent masses,
bodies of men whose wives curse
their murderers every night.

 

Zuma, the rock of Nigeria

Zuma, the rock of Nigeria

The road to Nigeria is full of Soldiers
who test the potent of every bullet
by burying them in our bellies.

 

The road to Nigeria is full of blind seers,
greedy polithievesmen with lips carved
with lies.
The road to Nigeria is full of citizens
who die as they wait for a blurry
tomorrow.

RASAQ MALIK

 

About the Author

Rasaq Malik is a graduate of the University of Ibadan. His poems have appeared in online literary journals and magazines. He is presently awaiting the publication of his debut poetry collection.

 

 

IT IS TWELVE

IT IS TWELVE

IT IS TWELVE…

It is twelve

And the day is at crossroads;

Evening wrestles night

For the rights of time

 

It is twelve

And it is a new day

This day begins its day yawning

A hundred loads

Loom on its discourteous sun

Its face, dyed with uncertainty

Deep rooted in fantasies

And doctored memories

 

It is 12:00am, Good morning!

It is 12:00am, Good morning!

It is twelve,

Bath-supplications compete at crossroads

It is twelve

And it could birth anything;

They were twelve,

Clustered at their master’s feet

At the sound of jiggling coins

One thought of Wall Street

And boarded the next train

Does it matter?

If it were a day or people?

It was twelve in June…

They faulted the people’s wish

And dug a thousand graves

 

Bio

‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.

 

IS IT HOME HERE

IS IT HOME HERE

IS IT HOME HERE

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the world where there used to be

Colourless smiles and good music,

Is it the place where we used to dance

When around bonfires there was no fence,

When the elders were telling their tales

For the Future to exhale;

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the village where the soil was green,

The house where a man was a king

As up and high as the sun,

As brave and proud as strong,

When his voice could break any curse,

When the nature praised his course;

Is it home here

Is it home here

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the land where Mum was born,

Where she could farm despite fever and sunburn

In those times of proud dresses

Flowing from queens to princesses,

When crowns were made of pure stones,

When any single chair was a throne;

 

Is it my home here

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the realm of family,

The world I used to call Harmony,

The ground where flowers would play

Happy and healthy each day…

Is it my home here,

Is it the hand men used to share.

 

RAY NDEBI

 

About the Author

My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.

I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.

 

 

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