By Charles Leyman Kachitsa
All things being equal, is a term used in the studies of economics to freeze factors that will otherwise complicate predictions in the environment or put it simply in a particular national or international economic system. It all tells that man has no power to make predictions with 100% certainty otherwise the 2008 credit crush would have been all together avoided.
But are things always equal? No as said above about the unpredictability of nature nothing is for certain equal, as human beings we can only try and hope that we are at the end of all things right. Our powers are always delegated powers, all things can only be equal if the principle decides so. Right from the day man was created, he was delegated to look after the things on earth but as the story has been told a million time, man was not happy with playing second and wanted the powers that the maker or principal possesses. Man was not contented with his position in the world despite been given the free will of choice, man wanted more and rebelled against his maker thereby bringing untold wrath on himself which has left every man today still wanting more despite been given plenty.
All things being equal we still have the power of choice, we can choice to walk in the right path of the maker and bring back the joy that may otherwise elude us in the world of wanting. Want and need most often are words confused as meaning the same thing, however these have meanings far apart. Need goes deep to life itself while want is pleasurable.
This week we continue and conclude the quotations from a book I started reading last week and to say the most wanted thing, I am about finishing. I am sure from these quotes you will learn one or two things, read and enjoy:
BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG by Illack Caseby Banda
“Weary and breathless was he when he was almost back to the village. Now, he chose to go for what could be imagined to be in between running and walking. In a moment, his mind sunk in craziness, and blamed himself for running away well before properly defining what it was that he was running away from. Mild regret filled him, wondering what reactions his uncle and others would give. He wanted to stand still to think of which words to say as he was arriving.Nonetheless, he told himself he had to be firm. The blowing wind and the darkness brought more scare again.
“The coming of that Monday brought a wonderful experience. Wekaba observed that the morning prayers that the school held weren’t prayers that the school held weren’t prayers as such but rather, a single prayer. There was no reading and expounding of the word. He felt pupils needed more. Perhaps this was making evident the assumption that little also was the effort of modelling their conduct from a biblical point of view. He felt indiscipline was, in this case, a shared blame. Having poorly behaving pupils may not necessarily mean it is difficult to model them on others, but that they might only have been culturally or spiritually, if not both, impoverished. The mode of dressing was partly bearing witness of this. Only half of the pupils were in uniform although not as smart as one would desire. In Wekaba’s view, this included some of the teachers to a certain extent. These were those whose necks didn’t hang something like the cassowaries naturally do on their chests. This he thought was another area that needed improvement.”
“The said monster, in fact, wasn’t a beast but a tree; a huge tree but forked from that height of an average man. One part had been glowing for sometime. It was the only part that had caught fire from the blaze. In front of it was the other branch that surprisingly was not consumed. One could imagine the consumed part might have been dead well before the bush-fire itself. The remaining part was relatively smaller in size; and the then glowing branch, bigger as it was, could only be seen from its extremes, with the middle hidden by the unconsumed b ranch. This was giving the whole appearance, from afar, in one direction, not far from that long standing assumption – two separate spots that stood out like two eyes in the face of something. The blowing of the wind, made the glowing even more active, in the process, making ‘them eyes’ open wider and wider, providing that corresponding scare. —— Some laughter broke out but did not last long. Everyone felt pitiful. they realised that all was like a mere drama. The organisation of the army, and the determination of a few were meant to fight something that was dead before it was killed.”