My childhood was full of rules; rules of which I am not
still sure if I should be grateful for.
Every adult or youth I had met have a
childhood worth talking about no doubt, just recently some of my friends were
sharing their childhood and the rules they broke uncaught. Unfortunately for me
I couldn’t contribute much, not even when they mentioned the days of playing
with sand, building sand castles or using it as food to be cooked and eaten.
I am not a prophetess but I can guess the question on the
lips of every reader will be: How boring must have your childhood been? However
this write up is not for sharing childhood stories but the point here is that,
considering how stubborn my siblings and I were, we could have turned out as
undone products had rules like “don’t go out and play, don’t beg for other
people things, don’t play rough play in school, write all your corrections if
you fail any class work, date all your work etc not existed. (Now these last 2parts
are serious, Saturdays are inspection days. Dad checks our books for dates,
corrections etc. so for every missed date or correction, you can be rest
assured of a stroke! God helps you if it is up to 10).
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prison yard |
When fantasising about your world of no rules, it is easy to
be the producer, cast, director with no other person playing any major role and
even if they have to feature, we create them as easy going people who are only
concerned about pleasing us, attending to our needs when in reality every human
being has a selfish tissue in them. A selfish man in a world of rules and
regulation is unbearable enough but at least pastor can read some scriptures to
persuade him to buy a new shoe for his wife, who he might listen to but what
happens when there are no rules? Bible and Koran inclusive (at least they are
one book of rules which humans try to adhere to).
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the law |
That same picture we have just created should be transferred
into a system of no rules or laws, this is what we get: peace loving people
like you and I will be mad with anger for years but will do nothing. People
with little patience will take to the streets protesting; singing solidarity
songs, while people with no patience at all will just plan his assassination!!!
Mind you this will be carried out in broad daylight after all there are no
rules so murder is allowed.
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symbol of justice |
Sometimes in life when we find ourselves with people who restrict us, it could be in terms of our dressing, whom we hang out with, use of our time etc. so we can’t wait to get out! We feel like we are in bondage. Actually, in real terms we could be right but on a deeper thought, freedom actually brings responsibility, responsibility which few can handle, responsibility that requires maturity. When you are not matured enough for freedom, you get bondage instead, ironically you might not realise this truth until it is too late to turn back the hands of time. Rules might mean bondage while no rules might mean freedom but the former might just be ideal.
When exercising ones freedom, it is important to respect
others’ freedom too. Freedom in this context “this is my land, I choose not to
put a no trespassing sign outside, you choose to walk through it claiming you
are exercising your freedom, well I could also choose to have your face
disfigured”.
If I wake up and find myself in a world of no rules, I will go back to bed instructing people to wake me up when sanity is been restored into the earth. A world of no rules is scarier than a world of rules because in actual sense when we think we have the freedom to exercise our rights we are actually losing them.