THE BELL OF DOOM

Johnson was just making a return from school, there was a remark of ecstasy on his face, what could have been the reasons for such great excitement on his face?

Firstly, he is happy that he is going to meet his grandfather, the man who had been taking care of him since the exit of his beloved parents

Umpteen times, he had called his grandpa, an angel sent from heaven, he confessed, this old man must be an angel

Secondly, he is so joyous because he couldn't wait to share the good news of his outstanding result, he silently said, I can't wait to tell him that I made all my papers

He added, how I wish I could borrow some wings and fly home with them

The display of joy on his face had no bound, he reiterated;

I can't wait to burst out the good news of my outstanding result...“Papa I will make you proud”

This time, he was not walking, he was running home, just like a tiger being chased by a hungry lion, his feet nearly touched the back of his head

He had his report card, securely kept inside his bag, he was a paragon of joy

On getting home, he forgot to greet his friends playing outside, it seemed the joy on his face obstructed him from seeing his friends, Mark and Goke

He launched his feet inside their room, he  checked everywhere, he couldn't see a single trace of his angel

He shouted Grandpa am back home, where are you... he steered his body to the backyard, maybe he would find him  gisting with his friend, Pa James, a retired soldier, all his effort to find his beloved angel proved abortive

This time, he has no choice, other than asking his friends he didn't greet initially

He stood at the entrance of their old muddy house, watching his friends gisting heartily, he felt sad for shunning them the other time, he summoned his courage, walked up to them and effortlessly apologized

Goke and Mark chorused, apology accepted, he pressed on, by asking them if they helped him to see his beloved angel and Goke responded that, he saw him with a hoe and a cutlass,  walking to the farm, he thanked them and left them in a jiffy...

From far off, he saw his grandpa...

He saw his grandpa singing, Ise Agbe Ni Ise Ilewa...

Peace returned to his worried mind, at the sound of that melodious voice booming from the vocal chord of his old rugged grandpa

On getting to where his grandpa is, he sang the succeeding part of the song, Eni ko shishe Ama Jale

He prostrated to his grandpa and explained the ugly ordeal he had passed through before he could find him here

His grandpa raised him and gave him a fatherly hug

He never forgot to tell him the good news he had been stomaching, the expression on their faces meant just one thing, “Happiness”

They were both super excited

All of a sudden, the old man staggered up, leaving Johnson on a seat, he called him thrice…

He couldn't sit any longer, he stood up too...

He stood up with the desire of finding answers to the sudden mood of his grandpa, he pressed forward and asked, Father, hope all is well sir?

His grandpa turned to his side and said, all will be well if you can listen to the whistle of the hunter

You are the dog and I am the hunter

I could hear the bell of doom ringing to my ears, those who have ears should hear and listen to what the spirit is saying...

My son, pay prompt attention...

The World is at doom if cautions are not taken...

The lands have been polluted by the seeds of immorality and have bountifully germinated

There is fire on the mountain...

The youths of this generation have delved their hands inside the mouth of the lion, if they refuse to change, they will be utterly injured, eaten and cracked down by the lion

If they refused to turn away from every bit of immorality, they are calling for there that can not be quenched

They were both on their feet standing, as they walked through the muddy path of the farm...

The old man touched Johnson's shoulder and said before they will be ditched out from the surface of the earth, they should amend their ways, they are walking under green snakes covered with green grasses

He added that “ Not every cloudy morning always symbolizes a rainy day”

Johnson was fastidious enough to remember every bit of the words streaming out from the mouth of his grandpa

They continued...

May you not allow the black ink of yesterday to stain today's fabrics

May you see reasons to understand the trepidation behind your immoral activities

May you understand the single course of civilization

May you be granted the mental capacity to differentiate between “Civilization and Immorality”

May you not be a stream of jia nx for the land but heroes of good luck

May you spurn every act of immorality and harmoniously salvage the heart of moral values struggling for survival in the arms of immorality

The bell of doom is ringing

May you not mistake flirting as fun...

May the youths, not continuing to walk on the path that leads to eternal doom, for mistaking Civilization as Immorality

We are in a world, where immoral outfits have become a yardstick of measuring Civilization

Civilization is a symbol of human social and cultural development

It was never a discordance of moral and social values

It came to give deeper meaning to the existing standards, not to eradicate them

It never came to turn young women to mad women, walking nakedly on the streets

It didn't come to rape our cultural beliefs, it did come to shed more light to our paths, not to immerse us into darkness

I give some accolades to some African men and women, who still stand to represent us globally, on the ride of our culture, Kunle Afolayan is an icon of Nigeria Cultural Beliefs, of course, I will not forget to mention Segun Akinlolu, popularly recognized as Beautiful Nubia, let me also slide into the memory lane of Shola Allyson, a resounding paragon of Nigeria Culture

We crave to be like them, they never crave to be like us

Immorality had long been in existence, as old as the first man on earth

But it seems it got wings to fly higher on the sky, since the acceptance of other man's culture

More strikingly, immoral activities can be curtailed, if we use our senses before dancing to the loud beat of the vogue

Hinging on to their beliefs is a slavery of the minds on our paths

We can build, trim and model our cultural values, not gradually throwing our values into the dust bin

Rejecting what we have and glamorously throwing ourselves to them, is nothing but the sound of the bell ringing doom

Copiously stated, we have unconsciously positioned them as Second God, calling them“ White God”, is humiliation on our paths

The number of people dying keeps increasing day by day, they could not find a global cure to Corona Virus, who is God?

Why can't we look inside of us & value our cultural standards, not melting like my ice cream at the sight of theirs

Of course, it can be curtailed, if we look at ourselves in the mirror before walking nakedly on the street

If we do not allow fashion to deactivate our senses of reasoning

If we desire to style on the streets, symposium and so on, as the sons and daughters of the soil, not as bastards allowing another man's culture taking over our lives

The nitty-gritty of it all, let our culture be the “grandeur symbol of our life dealings

We shouldn't be drifted away or driven crazy by another man's culture

We should ensure we are preaching the raw gospel of civilization

We should be wise enough to understand the core course of Civilization and put everything on the table to weed out Immorality in our society

Additionally, immorality is not restricted to our look, it goes down to our deeds — our attitudes, our opinions, our actions and reactions to all that trends in the world as a whole

Conclusively, I pray may you be able to understand this subject matter

I love you all