RISING ABOVE EXCUSES Part 1

It has been quite a while since I posted anything here and would like to assure you that my sabbatical didn’t mean I had stopped writing. That in fact I couldn’t wait any longer vouches for my seeking to be right on the spot regarding the issue at hand, hopefully. Have you ever wondered why the human society is organised and why we plan? Why must you and I rise above excuses in that context? And what excuses?

In this treatise I basically endeavour to nip the subject at least through two of those last pertinent questions. It is very unlike me to begin a discourse with a couple of questions. It’s also unlike me to have a verse/poem on a subject that I’m writing on and have placed it right at the end (in part 2). I will say briefly what moved me to write on the subject from personal observation, experience, and conviction. And in writing on it, I am hoping to scratch where it is itching with regards to unbecoming behaviour about which some people get irritably offended when you probe, myself included sometimes.

It is bad behaviour we must get rid of, especially as Zambians and Africans, if we are to do much real good and take forward lasting progress and adorn our culture.  Musing on the absurdity of most excuses that people give drew me deeper and deeper into thinking, as I pondered the best way to develop a point or two so as to say what was on my mind and burning in my heart. Pick any situation, lame or frivolous excuses can be upsetting and quite trying!

WHAT’S IN A… BRAND LAUNCH

The first model I wrote under this brand was “What’s in A Flower…” back in February 2012. If I remember vividly, it was after I sparingly bought my wife a bouquet of rose flowers when I wanted it to really mean something more than just a romantic gesture. So I went home and was gazing at the red rose that stuck out of the posy nicely laid on the little living-room glass table, mutely pondering what was in it and how I could memorably appreciate my dear wife by presenting them to her. 

 

Then sweetly and softly with the freshness of a breakthrough, the words started pouring out. I glowingly penned them down to the dregs, as though I was squeezing that very rose of all its life! Try to imagine that what I saw in the rose flower, I deduced, was also in my darling! My computer and printer were also at hand. To my amazement I can hardly recall where and how I found a fitting frame, but a perfect gift was complete. So I thought! Well, all was splendid and that was quite a heart stealer and I don’t think anything else ever surpassed it that year or few years later.