“I do not sit with men of falsehood nor do I consort with hypocrites.
I have hated a mob of evildoers and I will not sit with wicked people” –
Psalm 26: 4-5
One billion+ seconds ago, my mum was rushed into the legendary Island maternity hospital in Lagos island – a baby boy was brought forth from that endeavour and that tiny little boy, one of the numerous that came out in that same hospital and across the world was the one who penned this piece.
My mum, now popularly and fondly referred to as Iya Rainbow as christened by her last son, survived the excruciating pain of childbirth for the third time and lived to survive two more of the same.
In the Yoruba folklore, there is a title/ nomenclature called Borokinni, this is the person I intend being, for I do not attach too much importance to money but does same to the concept of Value.
Do not get me wrong, I want money just like everyone else does – as money plays a big part in enhancing value and value as they say, is the capacity to satisfy wants.
Borokinni isn’t that person who might necessarily have so much money but at
any point at which he needs to get stuffs done, the means by which he will achieve that endeavour will happen – Borokinni is not a rich guy per se, he is a man of value.
Borokinni is the man who gets things done right when he needs it!
Surah At-Talaq, Verse
وَيَرْزُقْهُ مِنْ حَيْثُ لَا يَحْتَسِبُ وَمَن يَتَوَكَّلْ عَلَى اللَّهِ
فَهُوَ حَسْبُهُ إِنَّ اللَّهَ بَالِغُ أَمْرِهِ قَدْ جَعَلَ اللَّهُ لِكُلِّ
And He provides for him from (sources) he never could imagine. And if anyone puts his trust in Allah, sufficient is (Allah) for him. For Allah will surely accomplish his purpose: verily, for all things has Allah appointed a due proportion. Q62:3
At a particular point this year, I clocked one billion seconds on the surface of the earth, whether it is a milestone to cherish or celebrate is a matter of relativity but the fact that I have learnt to appreciate giving value more than just money is a testament to how well one have understood this life – A life of vanity.
I have since regarded my birthday as more of a countdown to my last day than to more years here for I am not guaranteed living the equivalent of the number spent here already, but only hope and pray that one does do more.
As I have clocked one billion seconds and for every breath worth much more in this vanity called life, I treat myself as my own muse at least once a year, I usually wonder what the earliest memories of my life was like and also wonders what I would be remembered for, once I leave the surface of mother earth.
That once in a year period is the supposed day recognised by law as the day I was brought forth unto mother earth and like I did on that day when this happened – I will cry if I want to.
I have come to know that death is an important thing to keep in mind – not to complain or to make melancholy, but simply because only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die, I can ever truly begin to live
– R. A. Salvatore
‘Lanre Bucknor writes from Lagos and this, is just another 20th December post.
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