Okay I am blogging again. The period of mourning is over. And what a period it was for me and for my family. I was yet to get over my colleague when my uncle, the most jovial persons you would ever meet passed on too. And the way it happened gives a whole new meaning to the talk of life itself being vanity.
But it is done now. I have shed my tears and it is now calm. The calm after the rain you might say. Now life continues for me and for all the living. One thing I came to realize during this period was that there is nothing to be scared of in death…for indeed we all have our dates. Some soon, some later. But while we still breathe, while that all powerful machine in our chests still beats and we are fit enough to use our brains, we must continue to work hard to make this place of temporary abode a better place for those to come after us. That in my opinion is the only reason why we were created in the first place.
And yes we have moved on. I have just signed up to a new platform for sharing my views and opinions with you my readers. From now henceforth I would be running a weekly column in the now revamped and soon to re-launched Daily Times Nigeria. I am excited at the new possibilities this brings and the even wider frontiers it opens for us to share ideas and voice our opinions towards making our society a better place.
Speaking of which the events in the Arab world quickly comes to mind. Tunisians succeeded and now the Egyptians are sitting it out. Last night Hosni Mubarak played a fast one on us all and on himself indeed. Call it April Fool in February. And how the whole world fell for it. Some news channels were already even analyzing what post Mubarak Egypt would be like, some called it a coup, others speculated he would hand over to his Vice… all in the belief that the man was throwing in the towel at last. But the man had other plans.
What I find interesting though is that since today, from the bus to the little talk in the office and to the couple discussing at the table next to mine at an eatery during lunch, Nigerians have been going on and on about how proud of the Egyptians they are. Yet these same people would not stand up to their Local Government councilors and demand for the provision of the most ordinary utility.
Perhaps we can learn something from Egypt. Perhaps we can do more than admire their persistence and courage. Perhaps we can begin to do more than just exist. For like I said before, we all have our dates and what shame it would be in the hereafter if we pass through this place and there is no record that we did.