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FAVORITE TIME OF THE DAY

What’s your favorite time of day?

At the birth of the new day, when the earth is lost in deep sleep, though dark and scary in a lightless world of mine, my soul finds solace in the silentness, my mind reflects on the serenity, my heart pump hard for the challenges that await me at the smiling of the sun. That’s my favorite time.

In the cool of the evening, when the sun is preparing to rest from the daily activities and dinner parties across quarters light up the smiling faces with sumptuous table set, after the toilings of the busy day. That’s my favorite time.

In the 11th hour, when the day has grown old, and it’s time for the day to go and add up to the compendium of history, then my thought is enlightened, trillium of words flow to bid the aged day farewell has it becomes history. That’s my favorite time of the day.

RECIPE, STRANGE IN MY WORLD

What’s your favorite recipe?

In the world around my reach, the word recipe only exists in the palaces of the few elites. Talk less of recipe in lands where famine resides in every home, recipe is an alien where hunger strikes, and the prayer of an empty belly is just to get anything edible to hold on. Recipe is a language of choice and abundance of varieties, where all classes of food smile at the eater on a dinning set, but in a choiceless world, the plea is just anything for the belly. My greatest fantasy is a balance world for all Earth’s inhabitants, which would have treated everyone equally in terms of food, clothing and shelter. Though impossible to come bye, but has we display our recipes out of the surplusage on our dinning table, let’s always check on a needy neighbor close by.

Excitement is my daily experience, each day I realize the existence of breath in my nostrils, I got excited for the gift of life, each time my neighbors wave at me for complement, I got excited for their lives, and each time I got viewers, likes and comments of my friends in this community on my blog page, I got excited because all my readers as well as followers are still alive. Excitement lies at the corridor of life. Excitement is an evidence of life. No life, no excitement.

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

Hypothesis Of Facts

Fact sits on the minds of her community, with tenacity she was held close to the heart, members of her community could fight the most horrendous war to protect her assumed infallibility, but that does not make Fact a global truth.

Fact assumed the blackness of Africa, minds of the global community bought the idea as truth, never has the compendium of thought reasoned, that almost 30% of Africans are not black, fact is only believed to be true but she is not always the truth.

John Dalton postulation of atomic theory in the 19th century was a fact, the global community of science followed the dogma of atomic theory put forward by Dalton, not too far the future labelled the fact as palpably erroneous, fact cannot last longer than her acceptability in a timeless age, but truth does.

Fact opposes the parallel position of truth, she is an ideology of an iconic icon, paradigm shift of idea as always been in combat with an existing fact, fact is an enemy of change, but truth proof the ingenuity of change and make it scalable in the heart of the new age.

Fact beats the minds of Africa in the prison of subjugation, she made many white folks reasoned that by virtue of colour, they are superior, George Orwell could not have thought less in his prose titled “ANIMAL FARM”, to buttress the fact about white Suprematist, never will that fact be true, He that made us has made us all humans and not Black nor White.

Fact is a beautiful jewel dressed with a priceless apparel of precious stones, she lives in between the castle of falsehood and the Hamlet of truth, she is always at the center of attraction, until her fallibility can no longer be hiding, she bows to the truth and was buried in the grave called falsehood.

All facts are not true, but all truth are true facts, fact in the backyard of history are not better than irrelevant monuments in the balcony of this age, but truth remains as charming and relevant as the future untold. A world that will woo the truth stay too quiet, but the world that appreciates a decorated gorgeous falsehood and make her a propagated fact is the loudest.

Facts remains the Queen with an absolute nomenclature of monarch over a community of thought that enthroned her, but she remains a lesser slave to the truth as soon as her fallibility is discovered.