In the midst of the jokes, the laughs and the drama, I still think about the Chibok girls and their relatives and what they would be going through right now. Its okay if you find out a family member or friend is dead and you bury them peacefully. What is difficult is not having knowledge of the where about of your friend, your colleague or a family member. You can’t really say if they are alive or dead. That's pretty hard to fathom. I got this message from an anonymous person today and I think it is worth sharing. Please let’s take a moment or two to say a word of prayer for the Chibok girls, their family and Nigeria as a whole.
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.” The mouse turned to the pig and told him “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The pig sympathized, but said “I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.” The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The cow said “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.” So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone. That very night, a sound was heard throughout the house – like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient, Chicken, and that’s how the Chicken died. But his wife’s sickness continued. So friends and neighbours came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. If only they had done something when the time was right. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember: when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. Let us join together and fight terrorism in this country before its too late. A word, they say, is enough for the wise.
Moby is not feeling too well. I guess she caught the fever (or she don carry belle) so tomorrow’s post may come in late. Moby would definately miss all the ‘mobylizers’ ( I am not settling for this name. Just thought I should give it a try…. Still praying on the names I’ve gotten so far). She had to post this really quick. Going back to bed now…..
Have a lovely night rest and lovely week ahead. Love you loadzzzz