AFRICAN PLUME

THIS… “Here lies a miser who lived for himself, and cared for nothing but gathering wealth; now, where he is or how he fares, nobody knows and nobody cares.” OR THIS... “Sacred to the memory of a liberal, who at all times and everywhere gave his strength to the weak, his substance to the poor, his sympathy to the suffering, his heart to God.” 

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (The Message Bible) Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.

2 Chronicles 7:14 Humble Pray Seek Turn Hear Forgive Heal

By Akin Ojumu By a share stroke of luck, and persistent prowling of the world wide web, I came across a Latin myth that tells the story of a slave who, having been set free by his master and completely released from his life of indenture servitude, had become so used to, and comfortable with, his chains that he went about roaming the earth with his chains still intact. Instead of taking off his unlocked chains and be completely free of them, he chose to wander about bound in his chains of slavery. Addictus was the name of the slave in the mythical tale. From that name came the word “Addict”. The Romans would go on to codify the word “Addiction” into their legal proceedings to mean someone who became enslaved through a court ruling. Junkies are often looked upon with contempt. It is not unusual for people to derisively dismiss those battling one form of addiction or the other as morally flawed lowlifes with the spine of a cockroach. This cavalier attitude is not just w...

By Akin Ojumu There is a pattern of human behavior common to all people when they reach a certain age, regardless of color or creed. It is a surreptitious metamorphosis of the mind that frequently manifests itself at about the mid-life. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, the transmutation of individuals in this age group, is a force majeure  –  an irresistible compulsion  –  that is often not subject to human control. To the keen observer of the human nature, and those astutely attuned to the evolution of the human psyche, however, this isn’t a strange phenomenon at all. For most people, when they hit that age, it is par for the course. Upon entering the waning years of life, men – and women – seem to experience a clandestine transformation in their disposition to life. It is a maturation of mindset, and broadening of perspectives, that involves an imperceptible shift in cognitive constructs from the concrete to the abstract, and from the ...