From Rags To Riches

BY: Dan Phale*

This is a story which is aimed at imparting a strong sense of hope to all and sundry who are going through hardships… Let it be understood that if there is any similarity in terms of the issues, circumstances, or names of characters herein with those of the readers of this article then it is just a matter of coincidence; otherwise this is a mere fictition.

My almighty God, I understand that you are the only one who can help me all the timesI therefore plead with you to incline your ears to me... I beg you, Lord, not to count on my moral and spiritual weaknesses and/or failures… I am living in the environment where life is very unbelievable… I dont expect you to give me wealth nor poverty, because either way I may feel the temptation to forget and/or dishonour you… However I humbly pray that you should at least give me such prudence and wisdom that I be able to find my life needs, and sustainably use them…”

Such was John’s regular prayer. John became an orphan at a tender age following a road accident which claimed lives of both of his biological parents. As such he was staying with his aunt, Noriah. In fact Noriah is the one who inherited the deceased property left by John’s biological parents because there was no other relative alive on earth. Along this line Noriah was the only one who was expected to take good care of him.

Contrary to the John’s expectations, his aunt cruelly treated him. He was dressed in rags all the times while his cousins were dressed in very descent clothes… While his cousins slept in beds, John was forced to sleep on the floor… Noriah sent her biological children to the best schools while John was sent to a school which was not known with the best education record. In spite of the predicament John was such an ambitious young person that he worked very hard in class. God blessed him abundantly such that he shone more radiantly than his aunt’s biological children. He grew up a very wise man.

At the moment, on the one hand, John is the Chief Executive Officer steering one of the biggest companies in our country. As a matter of fact he is one of the richest people. Interestingly, John is a very generous man… And on the other hand the irony is that all the deceased wealth which was inherited by his aunt did not last long; as such her family cannot afford to acquire the necessities to satisfy their life. In addition his aunt’s biological children did not excel in education, and they are, up to now, unable to grab an employment opportunity.

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Tracing Love Through Internet…?

BY: Dan Phale*

If you want to start keeping chicken, you don’t have to look for the parent stock in the market square… If love is sickness, then patience is remedy. All these are what the old wise folks can say in teaching the young generation on how best to understand issues of love and/or marriage. However the youth in this digital era can think, or act, or behave in the contrary way. And the situation seems to be very much complex with the impact of internet which appears to have caused several social changes in human life.

Doreen and Joe came to be linked with each other on internet about six months ago through one of the most popular social media. In fact the two are not from the same country. As such they have only been talking online without a chance to actually meet each other, or learn about each other. But recently they arranged to meet… Doreen has ever bragged that her parents have all the financial muscle to facilitate their marriage and to help sustain their marriage until their old age and/or death. She has had also insisted that he should travel abroad in order to take her from parents. So the money for an international flight was wired into Joe’s bank account… And about two weeks ago Joe flew abroad. Little did he know what the trip had in store for him.

After a two hour flight Joe landed in the foreign territory. In accordance with prior arrangement he boarded a tax which took him to one of the suburbs. As the tax cruised along the road he was full of hallucinations, imagining this and/or that. He greatly became mad at the imaginary fact that marrying a foreign lady would be the most exciting experience in his life… “Everybody shall admire my foreign wife,” he mouthed to himself in the back seat as the driver applied brakes in front of a mansion.

Joe was welcomed by a very beautiful lady who led him into what looked like a paradise… Having got inside, the lady kissed him on both chicks. He was then advised to make himself comfortable and feel at home. She further cheated him that she wanted to prepare some aliments for him in the kitchen; but the truth is that she was up to something quite different. In fact the clueless Joe thought this was a beginning of a new chapter of his life.

It was later in the evening when Doreen and Joe were in the dinning room when suddenly some gigantic men, one of whom being armed with a revolver, stormed into the house. Joe was strongly warned to corporate or risk being shot dead. Then they forced out of the mansion. He was then put into a motor vehicle and they drove away.

Well, it remains to be seen whether Joe is still alive or dead. But if he is still alive then it is more likely that the young man is going through the trauma which comes with human trafficking… In fact, real love is seldom traced on internet.

A Pastor Relying Upon A Legal Practitioner…?

BY: Dan Phale*

Sometimes when you look at a tortoise you are likely to mistake it for a stone… These words “Tortoise is like a stone” were once part of the song words in a song done by the then popular local musician, Ben Michael, now the traditional chief.

Last week a pastor for a certain church in our area was apprehended for allegedly having forged official documents which are in respect of some projects being undertaken by the local authorities… And on Friday, he was taken to the Magistrate Court of law for the inception of the legal proceedings. With all the exceptional and extraordinary interest generated in the society by the case, most of his church members and all other people crowded the Court chamber in order to witness the proceedings. The most notable figure of all was another self ordained prophet who had been seen talking with the lawyer before getting inside the chamber.

Having heard the Court’s reading of such particulars of the offence as averred by the State on the charge sheet, how do you plead?” the Court asked.

Your worship, Im denying the charge,” the so-called man of God responded.

Then the prosecutor made an opening address. This was followed by that of a man in black suit who stood up and introduced himself to the Court of law as a lawyer to represent the accused person… But immediately before the lawyer’s address came to an end, the gallery went abuzz with murmuring. “How can a man of God rely on an earthly lawyer to represent him in court when he preaches that Jesus is the lawyer of all lawyers…?” The proceedings nearly got disrupted before a court Marshal strongly cautioned them to desist from making noise or risk being charged with being in contempt with the Court.

It is worth mentioning that as a general understanding of the people, it was expected that the pastor, Reverend Stephen – whose real name initially was Buffalo Buffalo – would always lean upon God as he has often preferred himself to be called “Man of God” both when preaching and when chatting with others… In fact Buffalo Buffalo had chosen Stephen as his spiritual godfather in his pastoral work… As per the bible, Stephen was stoned to death merely because of sticking to the truth according to God’s word.

But contrary to such a great expectation, people became hugely perplexed when they noticed that the socalled Man of God resorted to relying on somebody who practices law in earthly courts. To one and all, this is an hypocritical jigsaw puzzle because even the street wisdom can confirm that those who spread the word of God must live up to their own preachings.

When order was restored in the gallery, the pastor’s lawyer – Counsel Collins – continued with submissions. He pleaded with the Court to consider releasing his client on bail. And at the end of an inter partes hearing, the bail application was indeed granted. Finally, after all the formalities were done, Pastor Stephen was released on bail, as a matter of constitutional right.

Outside the chamber, Pastor Stephen raised his arms to the sky, and said, “thank you God” before everybody burst into giggling… Well, could it be proper to say that God had sent the lawyer to help him get out of the custody of the State on bail…? OR, is it an irony to suggest that a pastor or a prophet should be the one to guide a lawyer?

Meanwhile, most of the pastor’s church members are at the sixes and sevens. They don’t know whether it is true that faith in God is key to success in everything. Furthermore, they have lost trust in their pastor. In fact, the pastor’s name has now become a topical subject of gossip among many people. According to them, if he really did not commit this offence he would rather leave the case in the Almighty God’s hands than depending on a mere mortal. As such it is yet to be seen whether they will continue following him.

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.

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.