The happy people are sad; the sane people are running mad. The rich people are poor; we all need more than just more. There is more to everything than you see; there is more to every land than we can sea.
Isn’t it a shame that even the most successful farmers are planted in the ground when they die, six-feet deep, like mere crops, usually by able-bodied men with very good digging abilities, but they don’t grow back?
Today, I proposed the theory that having a wrong sense of entitlement is the main and only problem in the world, and that all the things we refer to as problems are mere consequences of that one problem. If there is a second problem, it would the world’s ignorance on what the main and only problem is.
Having a sense of entitlement is good, but the line between a wrong sense of entitlement and a right sense of entitlement is quite thin. If the wrong sense of entitlement was not present, the slavery of the Africans (and other instances of oppression and violence) would not have occurred. If there was no right sense of entitlement (thank you, the King of Love- Martin Luther King- and everyone who was by his side), oppression would not have been largely fought against in America.
I focused on Nigeria in my proposal, and gave day-to-day instances of situations where people have a wrong sense of entitlement, and how it all leads to a huge mess.
I proposed the reorientation solution, but I did not go into full details on methods for effective reorientation, and how it could be organized. I recognize that substantial positive results would take a while. However, I mentioned the bottom-up approach.
Beginning from the children, we could cultivate the spirit of volunteerism and selflessness in people. Greed is a consequence of a wrong sense of entitlement; it like maggots from a decomposing body.
As an afrofuturist, I recognize that technology would go a long way to shape our future, and its up to us, Nigerians, Africans, humans, to hold the scepter and decide what the future would be. I don’t know how it would all work, but it will. We can make it happen.
A farmer plants and reaps his harvest. He places seeds into the ground and gets food in return. Then he gives 99% of his food to the ones who sit on the highest chairs.
Ilè̩ n je̩ ènìyàn.
One day, the ones who sit on the highest chairs will be placed into the ground too, properly buried, like mere seeds, six feet under the ground, but they will not grow back. They will become food for the earth.
If man could fly, the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would have committed suicide by trying to kiss the sun or get to Heaven, and the birds would have been bullied a lot if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!
Slavery would have happened still. People’s wings would have been cut off. Someone would have sprayed something in the air and rendered people’s wings useless so they could be captured, especially for migration reasons. “Fly back to where you came from!” “Get out of my way! No, fool!”
Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings because we are each other’s wings. We just haven’t mastered the art and act of helping one another and flying together yet, if we ever will. Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people don’t deserve wings, for one. Life would have been unbearable if we could do more evil with the aid of wings.
Privacy? Haha haha haha.
The air would have been poisoned more as a way of maintaining territory. Blah to the blah to the blah.