If Life was only Yellow colour; How will you see differently



Judgement is not too far from us humans and while it is sometimes good, the people we are judging might feel a bit nostalgic about the judgement and it might tend to be unfair to them. 

In my country Nigeria, usually, when a thief is caught in the market, he/she is burned alive or stone to death especially if there is no police officer close by to save him from the mob's hands. Are this kind of Judgement fair or humane or they are right and just?

Humans are special species because they tend to be egoistic and self-centred. An average human thinks about himself first before thinking about other people. While this is not a bad trait, it can tend to be overly complicated. 

What this implies is that we humans tend to see everything from our purview. This then raise a curious question in me- If life was only the colour Yellow; How are we going to see others?

I remember reading a book titled- "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus by John Gray". In that book, John Gray talked about the differences in humans and why men act differently from the way women act. The book states that most common relationship problems between men and women are a result of fundamental psychological differences between the sexes.

Prism of Judgement

Here is my take, people you go about judging other people before you go about talking ill of others in a manner that is demeaning and destroying, put yourself in their shoes first; wear the hat first. 

One of the reasons I love the most popular character in the Christian book (The Bible) which is Jesus is that he put himself in other people's shoe first and feel what they feel then he passes a fair judgement. 

Judgement can be fair only if we do not act egoistically.

White people will not hold a black man to ransom in a case he didn't commit only because he is black. Igbo will not blame Yoruba for being tribalistic.

The world will be a much safer place full of peace and everyday joy if we learn to accommodate one another excesses and stop being self-centred. 


Solomon Olalemi

Location: Nigeria

Comments

Post a Comment

Thank you!

Popular posts from this blog

Do you know who you really are?

Image
On a Thursday evening precisely on the 6th of April, 2023, within the cosy confines of a singles community, a young lady bravely decided to share a tale of love and heartbreak. With a sincerity and vulnerability that spoke to her grace and poise, she recounted how she had once set her sights on a man who seemed to return her affections- her first lover at an age where she was naive and unsure if she was doing the right thing. In the heady throes of emotional turmoil, she had boldly pursued this object of her desire, unaware that the feeling may not have been mutual. The man, it seemed, was content to play along with her advances, but as their relationship developed, the young lady began to suspect that something was amiss. Perhaps, she mused, he was not interested in her after all, or maybe he was simply not ready for a relationship. Whatever the reason, it became clear that her advances were not being met with the same level of enthusiasm she was investing in the courtship probably be...
Read more

A state of Parabole (Poem)

Image
  It feels like my heart is leaving my body, And my body's trapped inside, a lifeless nest. Perhaps a cage in a prism, where I must shine, But remain unseen, a state of anguish, not divine. A state of parabole; A very bad state to be in.  Even if I am wrong will you still judge me, Even if I'm flawed, can you still respect me? A state of turmoil, with emotions wild, A place I hate to be, like an anxious child. Even if I am a bad human will you still love me, A state of parabole, hysterical in its nature, A bad state I hate to be in.  This i call the deception of love from another human
Read more

Sunrise, Dream Sparks

Image
 Between sunrise and sunset are where my dreams lie, Only in the hollow of my thought do they spark, Between many Yes and seldom No's many doubts run through my worried heart. Between the highs and lows of life's fleeting art, My dreams take flight and spread their wings afar, Like butterflies chasing the wind's sweet flow, They dance and flutter, forever on the go. But in the quiet stillness of my mind's repose, I find the strength to weather all of life's blows, And in the face of doubt and fear's cruel throes, I hold fast to hope and all the joys it bestows.
Read more