Saturday, April 10, 2010

A SENSE OF DEFINITION

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Humanism is a worldview and a moral philosophy that considers humans to be of primary importance. It is a perspective common to a wide range of ethical stances that attaches importance to human dignity, concerns, and capabilities, particularly rationality. I lifted that particular definition from Wikipedia. To break it down, a humanist is someone who believes that anyone can do whatever they want, however they want, provided the means and end would satisfy the individual involved, and lives by their own set of rules. This implies that institutions like the written rule of law, the Bible, and even other people’s feelings are secondary to the individual’s whims. Based on this, humanists define and defend themselves based on characteristics and features which more often than not are not justified, logical or considerate. This theory is not a necessarily domineering one, just one that sees an individual the way he or she is, accepts that what the person is cannot change, and will not change, so the rest of the world should either deal with them that way, or look in another direction.

It sounds interesting, and senseless too when you hear someone say, I am the way I am because I was born that way, and there is nothing I can do about it. Less appreciated is when they are referring to such characteristics like being lazy, careless, anger-prone, over-indulgent, or even homosexual. To further compound this problem, notable icons and celebrities whenever they are interviewed make such claims, and when such admissions are made, the listening public are enamoured by their openness and honesty, that it becomes a personality trait to emulate. While there is no argument against honesty, the problem with such an argument is that people stop trying to be better than they already are; they stop growing because they have gotten a definition for themselves based on where and what they are, and are open about it. The Bible says, As a man thinks in his heart, so is he.

When one stops growing, he starts dying. When you feel you have reached your peak, your final definition of yourself, nothing will ever give you a different sense of whom you are. The truth, as I see it is that while I have painted a very unappreciable picture of humanism, most people without actually acknowledging their subscription to this school of thought, are humanistic in nature. Why, because they share a common trait with humanists – they are lazy, they are non-achievers, they have no true sense of self-worth. A man would only develop to the extent to which he gives himself room to do so. So many of us, either because we resist change, or are too comfortable with where we have found ourselves have come to define ourselves with specific tags that have become our limits, because if we do change or grow, we would have to get new definitions, and new identities for each change we make.

I think the best stance we can take is that we are continuous works in progress. Interestingly enough, most people who exhibit such humanistic views are within the age ranges of 18 and 45 years of age, which should be the most progressive years of life. We keep growing, we keep setting higher standards, seeking greater challenges, striving to be better than we were before. There is so much we can do, so much we can be. Why stop now because it is convenient?

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Champion.

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In 2001, it was no secret knowledge that Agbani Darego was crowned as the 50th Miss World, an award for a young woman publicly acknowledged to have the perfect blend of beauty and brains. Little known fact was that when she won that award, she was a student of the University of Port Harcourt. A less known fact is that I was in that institution at that point in time. An even lesser known fact is that I was personally acknowledged by the reigning Miss World at that time, Miss Darego. After she had won the award, she promised to visit UNIPORT being her alma mater, so to speak, and the whole school, plus some people from town turned up to see her. We waited for over 5 hours. She didn’t show, neither was there any concrete word about her arrival or not. One of my friends, impatient with waiting asked me to walk him to the school gate from where he would get a vehicle to go home. It was a long walk from the Arena to the main gate, so after seeing him off, I started my walk back. I had walked more than halfway when I heard a lot of vehicles coming behind me. I looked back, and saw a convoy of vehicles, vehicles of class, definitely carrying someone important. I knew she had finally arrived. Then I saw her, standing out of the roof of one of the limousines, and she looked beautiful. I stopped walking to watch the convoy go by, and when the vehicle carrying her was driving by, she looked directly at me, smiled and waved. I was the only one along the entire road, so I was sure it was me she was referring to with that gesture. Now, stopping the convoy, coming down from the vehicle, planting a peck on my face, and taking a picture with me would have left me with a permanent blush, but the smile and wave were just perfect – it was, and is my only private moment with a world renowned celebrity.

Watching her as she reached the Arena and it filled to overflowing with people, I couldn’t help but wonder about success and achievement. The whole school and its complete hierarchy, and later that evening, the whole town along with its leadership would acknowledge her, not just because she had won the title, or because she had schooled in UNIPORT, or because she was a celebrity, but more because she was one of them, and she had brought them happiness and pride by being successful, and being globally acknowledged for it.

I would love to be in that position. I will be in that position. I am going to attain something profitable for myself and as many people as it would affect, and I am going to be publicly and globally recognized for it. When Agbani was in UNIPORT, no one acknowledged her. There are a lot of beautiful, model-types in the school, so except for the cursory observation, no one paid her any special attention. Even when she won Miss Nigeria to qualify for the bigger tournament, most people didn’t even know. But when she attained, the whole world took notice. That’s where I am referring to. That’s where I will be.

It will take hard work. It will take perseverance. It would take depending on God to direct me, and not lean on my own wisdom, but it can, and it will be done. This should be everyone’s desire, not necessarily for the public fanfare, but for the widespread impact. Everyone should be challenged to affect positively as many people as possible, and if you are publicly acknowledged in the process, to do so with grace. I was challenged by her that day, and I am constantly challenged by people not too far from me. I will work to prove myself. I will prove myself to be a champion.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

BEAUTIFUL BUDAPEST?

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I just had a wonderful weekend at the Medikus Kupa  (Medical Cup) competition that took place in Budapest. It was fun, and rewarding for a number of reasons: firstly, my school were the best overall having claimed the gold medal in 2 out of 4 events, I travelled with Imoh and Tahir, both of which were awesome company, I stayed with two lovely young ladies who made me feel very at home with their cozy apartment and lovely meals; it was also a rest, a separation from the hustle and bustle that has characterized my town of Debrecen. Plus, a day before I left, I didn’t plan to go! Totally spur of the moment, but totally worth it.

Last year, when I attended the Medikus Kupa at Pecs, it was announced that the event would hold in Budapest this year, there were general groans all around, because everyone has been to Buda at one point, and it wasn’t something to look forward to, as we thought there was no way it would beat the Pecs trip in terms of excitement – it didn’t. But then, in all fairness, it wasn’t half bad at all. I have already mentioned the reasons why, so if you missed it, you might want to start reading from the beginning.

I am not a fan of big cities or crowds. I love less populated, self-sufficient cities, because more often than not, there is little noise, lower crime rates, and a comparative tranquil. That’s why I prefer Abuja to Lagos, and Debrecen to Budapest. Abuja is not exactly a small town, but when you compare it with Lagos… let’s leave it at that. In light of this admission, I had developed the same attitude towards Buda that I had developed towards Lagos – go in, shop, do what you have to do, and get out as quickly as possible. I had to travel alone, because I had failed to meet the registration deadline to travel with the rest of the school, a move that has profited me two years in a row; the journey was quiet and uneventful, just as I like it, I got in, met my host who was lovely, and I started looking around the town. Now Lagos and Budapest have in common that they are larger cities, highly populated, and crime rates higher than the rest of their respective countries combined (sue me, you Lagos people!), but there the similarities stop. Budapest is organized. Whoever planned that town took into cognizance the fact that it is a big town with a large population and put in a transportation system so efficient, you could plan weeks in advance, it has a variety of opportunities, as well as a variety of options, which I would admit is similar to a town like Lagos, but with beautiful organization. I found myself, for the first time in my life liking a big city.

Aside the fact that I had wonderful hosts, I could picture myself actually working and thriving in that town. Everyone goes about their own business, it is a rowdy town, but still very organized, and I was attracted to that. I no longer have any untoward reservations concerning Budapest – I still am not a fan of the typical cosmopolitan/metropolitan city, but as I travel back to my lovely Debrecen, I do so with an open mind, knowing that inasmuch as I would like to base in a small, self-sufficient town, I will leave my options open, and see how God will lead me. It was a lovely trip, I have no regrets, and I look forward to even more adventures of a similar and enlightening nature.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I Want To Write...

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I want to write something, but I can't put my hand on a single topic. I miss doing this. I have a new blog now, and I would like to show more dedication than I used to in the former one. Let's see how it goes. I might write in a specific direction, I might write as the wind blows, but I am going to write.

So why do I love writing? I guess it is my way of expressing my thoughts and emotions, most of which I never show externally. It is my medium of taking my thoughts and ideas and putting them down so that I and whoever else wants to could see and appreciate. I am my biggest fan. My write-ups have no poetical undertone, neither could it be accurately said to be a work of continuous prose, as much as I know. I would like to develop my own style, something unique to me - my own way. I want my articles to be as unique and intriguing as the person I am becoming (to all you haters, I must say I am surprised to see you here!)

With my style of writing, I always seek to reach an audience. More often than not, that audience is me, as I am not of general boldness to publish too much. I hope to express my thoughts with an aim to impact, to cause a rethink, to reveal an alternative, to elicit a decision to change for the better. I write to affect lives, because as a Christian, that is what I am alive to do. I am not alive for me alone, well mostly me and a few close people - I, without any desire for glory-seeking or canonization, want to reach out to people anyway I can, and writing affords me that opportunity.

I read books written by very prolific writers and I am challenged. I am challenged and motivated by their style, by their method of delivery, and even by the structure of their grammar. I am not a person with role models, but then I can't help but be intrigued by writers like John Maxwell and Ted Dekker (Ted is the man!), who use simple, non-complicated constructions to deliver some very profound knowledge. I am getting there.

I also like reading for some other reasons, minor though they are, like it makes me feel very smart, it's cool when someone (by someone, I mean a female) picks up one of my works and tells me she likes how I put it down, plus I am among very few Nigerians that knows what a blog is, let alone own one. But the main reasons are the ones that I have laid down in the preceding paragraphs. I enjoy writing, and I plan to be doing it for a while.

Friday, March 05, 2010

New Beginning?

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Hi. This is my second blog (not second post - just saying). I lost the first one, so I decided to start up another one, after all, I still love writing. My work might follow a different pattern, but in essence, it's still all me. I hope readers will be challenged and motivated by what they read here. Take care, guys.
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