Horrific Levels Of Love

BY: Dan Phale*

It is said that sometimes too much is poisonous. In the like wisdom, it is believed that too much love can kill… This is a story of two brothers, James and Nickson, whereas the former is a commercial vegetable farmer and the latter is a vegetables retailer. Unlike his brother, Nickson lived at the hub of a rural development center.

It happened that two days ago James woke up in the dawn hours… He decided to go to his vegetables garden which lies along the fertile valley of a stream which runs across the village. He picked a pangaknife and a water cane, and started off… Such an early rising was not only aimed at watering the vegetables plants, but also to sell the vegetables on wholesale to some business persons… Almost at the same hour, Nickson rose up to purchase vegetables from his brother, by firstly proceeding to wake up his brother so they they would go together to the garden.

As he was walking along the earth road which also leads to the nearest rural development center, he saw a person riding on a bicycle from the opposite direction. Of course, James was unable to identify the rider; neither was his brother Nickson because the atmosphere was still dark… James quickly recalled the rumours which have always come from his friends that his wife has an affair with a certain primary school teacher. Such an unconfirmed facts indicate that the yet-to-be identified man rides on the bicycle when going to have adulterous coitus with his wife in the dawn hours when he is in the garden. What a coincidence…!

I have always dedicated my time to tirelessly work for the welfare of my family, including my only wife,” James murmured… And in the heat of passion he blocked the passage for the oncoming cyclist.

Nickson felt a grip of fear rising up his neurons when he realised that his passage was suddenly blocked by an unidentified person. He attempted to make a sharp diversion, but he could not manage. And in a fraction of one second, James released his pangaknife, hacking the innocent Nickson on the head… As Nickson fell down, James continued to severely assault him until he fainted.

Later on some passersby found Nickson, lying down in a blood pool, subconscious. They took him to the hospital for medical attention. As soon as he regained consciousness, he narrated the ordeal. Lastly people sent a message to his brother, James, through police about the issue.

James visited his wounded brother in the male ward… And it was at this point in time when the jealous James realised that he had punished an innocent person who, particularly, is his biological brother.

My brother,” James said, adding, “Im very much sorry for what Ive done to you all because of a mistaken identity.”

Whose identity did you mistake mine for?” Nickson forced words out of his mouth, wincing in great pains.

At his question, James briefly outlined, “I have been regularly told that a certain primary school teacher is going out with my wifeBut you are not a teacher. This is why I’m saying that I mistook your identityI humbly beg you, my dear brother to forgive me.”

A strong constant affection, and warm attachment of one’s heart and/or life to another person is love. But surely, some levels of love are so horrific that one can kill another person out of jealousy… So we need to exercise self caution and restraint.

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Power Of Romantic Pipe Dreams

BY: Dan Phale*

The sun had gone beneath the western horizon. Gabriel was feeling some fever. Right from afternoon several people had come to cheer him… These included Portia, one of those who lived in the neighborhood. Observing that he could not manage to prepare food for supper, Portia brought a dish of a very appetising food to fill his stomach… Everybody went home except Portia.

It was now about midnight. Portia still sat near Gabriel’s bed in his bedroom. Now and again she brushed her hand against his forehead or his face as if to give him some comfort. Even in that feverish condition Gabriel felt such a touch to be very mesmerising such that he was tempted to pull her into his embrace, but he was too weak.

“Portia, you can go, now… Go and catch some sleep,” he said, hiding the erotic cyclone which was raging in his mind.

“I don’t think it is good for me to leave you in this condition,” Portia said gently… However, she got up, picking up the bedsheet from near his feet and spread on him up to the bosom. Her soft touch continued to give him a soothing sensation.

While such a passionate gesture by Portia was worth an appreciation, Gabriel thought it was a very nice opportunity to establish an intimate relationship with her. It occurred that most of the times each of them felt a desire for the other, except that they had never expressed their feelings in very clear terms. Of course, unlike Gabriel, virtually Portia could not manage to say it because of the cultural limitations.

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It was about 13:30hr on a hot summer Saturday. And almost everybody in the neighborhood had gone to the community center ground where marriage ceremony was due to take place. Gabriel and Portia were alone at their dwelling places. It means this provided an opportunity for those who would want some privacy. As it was, from several days, a desire was secretly reigning in Gabriel’s mind; and perhaps also in Portia’s mind.

Gabriel thought he could not afford to miss this privacy and opportunity. His feet began to automatically trace steps towards Portia’s house. While walking, he remembered her very enchanting touch when he was sick. He also recalled her angelic look that always lingered on her face.

As he was walking, Gabriel wondered if he would not be put to shame… It was better to have the best excuse. He thought that on a hot summer day under a scorching sun, needing water to drink would be a very convincing excuse, citing the fact that his servant had not supplied him with water for two days now… But before reaching in front of Portia’s house door, he stood for some seconds, observing if there was nobody noticing him. Then he stepped forward, and lightly knocked on the door.

“Who’s it?” a sweet voice came from inside.

In the first place Gabriel failed to utter a word in response. He felt like turning back… “But no, it is certainly not a sign of manliness,” cautiously he whispered to himself.

“It’s me, Gabriel…” somehow he blurted.

“Gabriel… come in… I’m in my bedroom, changing clothes,” her voice came from deep inside.

An image of Portia changing her clothes floated in his mind. He, thus, thought possibly it was time to see her body. His breathing became quicker than normal because it was not all that necessary for her say that she was changing clothes… To him that was, perhaps, an extraordinary invitation. He slowly entered the house, bolting the door from inside… While sitting on the chair he once again fancied Portia’s naked body.

“Portia, I need some water because I’m very thirty… For the past two days my servant has not fetched water for me,” he did not realise how he spoke this out.

“If it is only water that you want, then why all these explanations? Are you ever barred from coming to my house?” she teased him from inside her bedroom.

Gabriel suddenly began walking towards Portia’s bedroom which was left open except for a curtain. He pushed the curtain to one side, and stood in the door behind her scantly clothed body… Portia, surely, must have sensed his arrival in her bedroom, but she pretended to still be engrossed in combing her hair. By this, Gabriel felt encouraged.

One – two – three… He held his breath, and like a beast pouncing on its prey he rushed and wrapped his arms around her waist. Instantly he felt happy that he had done what he had ever thought of since long… Now he waited for Portia’s response.

Jerking her body free, Portia moved aside… And with a shocked face she asked, “What is it that you are doing?”

Feeling like slumping down, Gabriel was probably the most confused man on earth because he saw in her eyes a blended look of anger and love… Perhaps he should have done it more lovingly and carefully. Now he could not figure out what to do next other than getting out of the house… He was ashamed.

Perfect Reputation Is Better Than Beauty

BY: Dan Phale*

Many old folks in my land have always said that a good name is better than a good face. They also say that a piece of advice is cheap.

The weekend is now over. Lots of events have taken place. For example we have so far witnessed marriage celebrations as couples have led to the altar. Very colourful ceremonies. It is, however, sad to observe that such very colourfully cerebrated marriages do not last long; they break up very quickly. And this is why I have been prompted to be on my computer with an aim of publishing something which pertains to the marriage life.

A marriage is said to be a union between a man and a woman raised from two different families. Here the union results in bonding not only of two individuals but also of the two families from which the partners do originate. The bonding partner brings along various expectations which are a reflection of the background of  person’s family. Such expectations further represent what that person has ever observed from his or her family members and/or friends in his or her childhood. In other words this union is a grafting of the traditional values for the two families.

Most of the times what we hear is “He is handsome … or … she is beautiful,” forgetting that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. After all, is one’s beauty more important than one’s reputation? It is imperative that the persons so intending to form a lifelong bond has to seriously take into consideration the following issues.

First and foremost, a partner must look for the compatibility of most of the personality traits, or likes and/or dislikes, behaviour, as well as the attitude of the other… Let us liken somebody’s life to such beautiful flowers of the buffalo beans that later on blossom into such pods which are covered with hairs which have the itch-inducing properties. As times goes on you know who really your partner is. Such people who have most of their characters in common are more likely to live together for the rest of their life.

Secondly, partners have a very much important duty to know each other’s family background. The traditional circumstances under which a person was brought up are of the landmark impact on the marriage life… For instance, some parents are selective in terms of what to eat and what not to eat. Likewise some parents and/or guardians do prohibit their children or dependants from going to attend religious activities in worshipping centres which do not advocate their spiritual beliefs.

While you are looking for a partner with good characters, you should also critically check your own behavioural pattern so that you properly get aligned to the moral standards in a society. Today, many people are complaining of having separated or having been divorced, but they do not realise that the bottom line is their own bad conduct… Don’t live to regret.

Finally, a person must be on a steady guard against any other external influence from other people of ill will. Actually, the partners at times are misled by malicious advisors. And in the long run, matrimonial bond fails to take shape.

Only Somebody Can Scratch Your Back

BY: Dan Phale*

It is the open secret that various individuals on earth have different talents. That is how God created us. He gave us different endowments so that collectively we can achieve something in life… In this regard nobody is better than another, just as the desert is also fertile.

This is a story about a certain man who thought he was more superior than others.

Once upon a time there was a carpenter. He was popularly known for his skills in carpentry and joinery in entire Mwima township. In fact nearly all residents in the township knew that he was second to none in this industry. Gradually this yielded him much better connections with those people in the elite class who thronged to his shop to get the best furniture and other related products. With great earnings he established a paradise of his own kind on earth. Little by little he grew into a person full of complacency, selfglory, and vanity, to the extent that he began severing good ties with his old friends and others… He became very callous about the suffering of others.

But there came a very critical moment for the carpenter to learn some bitter lessons in life. It was on the onset of the rainy season when there were stormy rains which saw many dwelling houses demolished. And the carpenter’s dwelling house was not an exception. The worst thing is that the storm occurred at night such that it was too difficult for him to escape from this fate. Most of his property got damaged and some got lost as well. The damages and losses were so huge that he could not afford to replace sooner than later.

In the following morning, the carpenter was forced by the adverse circumstances to kneel down before the same people he had despised ever before to beg for their succour in one way or another. Of course, in the interim, his principal plea was to get a shelter before his house would be reconstructed. But his plea fell on the deaf ears. Everybody who was once in the group of the good-for-nothings now turned to be the most important in this tormenting time of his life.

My fellow beings, it is true that there is a moment when bricklayers start looking for broken bricks in order to fill the gaps left in the walls of a building. In this regard, no matter what, only somebody can scratch your back.

Justice For Sale…?

BY: Dan Phale*

There is one popular phrase used when and where justice is required, or is sought, or is being administered. “The whole truth and nothing but the truth“, and this confirms the notion that justice is a reflection of true facts. In an illustration, the equation is (facts + honesty) equals justice. Simply put, justice prevails where people are honest. In this article we will have to meticulously look at some of the pertinent issues in relation to a case study in which Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus.

Let us begin by agreeing that without conflicts among human beings there would never be need for laws; nor would there be need for processes of justice administration. Furthermore it is the naked truth that people seem not to be in terms with one another due to greed, hatred, ill will, jealousy, and selfishness. It should also be noted that whenever conflicts arise, somebody is somehow in conflict with the rule of human conduct.

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A Case Study in this context is a biblical story of Judas Iscariot… When the Passover was drawing near, the chief priests and the scribes were looking for a way of silencing Jesus. Why…? They feared that His followers would no longer be submissive to them, having known the truth. Judas Iscariot approached the chief priests, offered to betray Jesus, and was given thirty pieces of silver as payment. But after Jesus had been unjustly and unfairly treated and crucified, Judas Iscariot was filled with remorse. He took the thirty pieces of silver back to the chief priests, saying, “Ive sinned by betraying the innocent blood.” The chief priests rebuffed him, chiefly because what they wanted had been achieved… And flinging down the silver pieces in the sanctuary, he went off and hanged himself.

Jesus – who was given a penalty for a crime which He did not commit – won the case. Three days after the death penalty, he rose again, and ascended into heaven where He is up to now.

Lessons are multifold, but only one shines out as gold. A good conscience is a soft pillow… The one who sleeps well or lives peacefully is the one who has nothing to feel guilty of. He/she has the infallible peace of mind.

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The relationship which exists between those entering into bonds on dubious or unfair or unjust motives barely last long… Surely, justice cannot be sold nor bought. Over and above, such acquisitions that are realised through bribery are but a bunch of curses as somebody suffers in silence. And those who have a tendency of deviating from the truth shall perish.

Most of the times, the systems are neither bad nor good. Suffice to mention herein that the key players in the settlement of disputes are not trustworthy. More often than not, they advance their selfish motives. They get some bribes to deviate from the truth.

However, the world can access justice when people convey true information to the justice administration agents and/or to the tribunals. But there should be adequate resources to be used in the justice administration processes to ensure that conflicts are timely solved, otherwise justice delayed is justice denied. Finally, all the justice administration agents should always be Whiter than white in discharging their duties, because nobody is above the law.

The Price Of Abortion (Part II)

BY: Dan Phale*

Early this year, I published an article in which Jezebel and Philip went to the charlatan popularly known as Dr Kankhande in a desperate quest for the traditional solution to their childlessness. You recall very well that Dr Kankhande landed behind the bars because he gave the woman stupifying drugs and raped her… Well, something unusual has happened again.
Two months after the shameful ordeal, Philip grabbed an opportunity to be working with a certain foreign investor. He was sent abroad to study before actually fully starting the work. Immediately after Philip’s flight, his wife thought of cheating him that God had heard their concerns.
Darling, it seems the heavens have now smiled at us, as we are going to be called a father and a mother,” Jezebel said on phone.
What do you mean?” Philip asked, curious.

I mean I’m pregnant,” she said, adding, “Its now two months since I conceivedRemember that there is always an end to everything. And the time for us to be childless is over.”
Philip could not say anything more than to take it from his wife, as he remembered that on farewell they had coitus… In fact he is too gentle – as gentle as a lamb. 
And while the clueless Philip has been patiently waiting to become a father, his wife has been planning to use every trick in the book in order to get a baby. All along she has been putting on a pile of clothes to ensure that she has a bulging belly like that of an expectant woman. So, last week Philip had a chat with his wife on phone in which he informed her that he would be travelling back this week… And two days ago, his wife went to the hospital in order to steal a newly born baby. When she got there, she started loitering around the campus. At one point in time she got a chance to be near the infant that was left alone in bed. She took it away; but before she could go out of the campus she was caught.
Meanwhile she is due to appear before the court of law to face the charge of child stealing… It is very unfortunate that she has never in terms with the fact that her barrenness is a repercussion of the several unsafe abortions which she has had carried out.

An Experienced And Talented Young Pilot

BY: Dan Phale*

This is a story of a well trained young man called Daniel, and a stubborn supremacist king. Whereas the latter had never taken heed of advice from other people under his leadership.

Once upon a time there was a great king named Modeshto who ruled the kingdom which was called after the island as the Great Island. Of all the tribes of people on the island his was the greatest, comprising the majority of the populace. Along this line of fact, he treated the minority tribes like underdogs and aliens, such that for many years they were regular victims of social injustice and persecution.

Those belonging to the minority ethnic groups were not allowed to get married to those belonging to the majority elite, let alone to associate with them in any other way… Be it in the worshipping places, hospitals, market places, or when travelling. Well, that was in accordance with the supremacist king’s decree.

However, it was very interesting to observe that those who were in the marginalised minority tribes were much more intelligent, much more knowledgeable, more skilled, and wiser than those who were in the favoured tribes. In fact, if the Great Island kingdom was to be developed to the new heights, it would require the role and/or input of those in the minority ethnic tribes. But the king hardly accepted nor knew this.

A great moment, however, came when a great lesson was due to be learnt by the king and the majority ethnic tribes… There happened to be a sudden climatic changes in the region where the island lied. Sooner or later there would be a catastrophic storm which would likely devastate development structures and claim human lives. This had been forecast by Daniel, a well trained expert in the climate change and meteological field. He was also a talented pilot.

In spite of a couple of warnings given by the young Daniel for the king’s management to evacuate the people before the looming climatic disaster, the king did not heed… But the wise folks say that a stubborn person sails in the clay boat.

When the dreadful hurricane struck the island there was a very great destruction which led to an enormous economic loss. The worst impact was that many people in the so-called elite majority were killed… This fate was immediately followed by a public outrage at the king’s reluctance to take heed of the prior warnings. And among those on the death toll happened to be all the members of the ship crew who might have steered a ship with the survivors on board out of the dangerous weather.

Nevertheless it was not too late. Daniel turned to be the last hope. He steered the largest ship ferrying the survivors to the mainland… Soon after this tragedy, the king changed his hostile attitude towards other people. He came to realise that nobody is/was much better than others because even the high and/or noble people bow before the barber… Surely, only somebody can scratch another person’s back.