Communal Love through care

In a world awash with me, me and me, or I, Me and Myself we are lacking a communal, moral and brotherly sense of belonging and identity. When “I” take centre stage, the rest  of “you, us, we, them “become strangers and the world becomes a hostile environment for that in need and their attraction of concern and attention is bewildered with the belief, I don’t take a responsibility for someone else’s is misfortunes. In such situations, the fate factor is colonized and accused of being responsible for each one’s circumstances and aftermath consequences. The world becomes a home, solace and a community when we care, share, tap, listen, provide, and consider that every negative aspect causing distress to a brother or a sister is mine. “Mine”, implying that I have got an obligation and a shared responsibility together with the rest of humanity to resolute. ‘My’ factor should be part of the solution and not the problem. I can make a step even if it is a sacrifice that comes with an ultimate price that will drive the rest of humanity to oscillate in love to tell fate to reconsider its crudeness to my brother and sister and bring forth a better game plan that will bring joyousness and happiness. In my own thinking, my belief in being a good Samaritan and a brother/sister’s keeper is going to bring me to the platform to either make it half way better or make it best. Breakdown of traditions which held everybody accountable have been replaced with the modern form of civilization that takes little charge of what is happening in the next wall. We are a four wall room inside people. I care for what is within the four brick/stone walls; the rest out there is gossip, intrusion or bad manners. Ours has become a one versioned take where we rarely consider our own selfish interests to the in waiting repercussions that await our beliefs against those of others. Knock and knock to those nearby and ask them where it hurts, least or most and take a bold shameless step to listen crazily and come with a game plan, an action plan to reach out. If you find it not knowing where to start from, kindly step forward and reach out for those children at fremo elementary school that I have taken a step to care and bring the best in them through education. nurturelifeinchildren.blogspot.com or contact me @moffat2002us@yahoo.com

A SECURED CHILDHOOD BROUGHT TO ME PASSION AND COMPASSION TO HUMANITY

My best age to be is the age I am at the moment. I don’t want to be discriminative or specific to certain stages of my life. Each stage of my life to me brought new challenges with rich experiences I have always walked away with. At certain points I might have felt disadvantaged, poor or unfavored but then the incoming stages proved me wrong. Each stage did always prepare for me to be able to mature before I would sail through to another level. Whether I embraced a latter stage positively with serenity or a lot of questions, later I will realize that all was meant for progress and growth.

As a young boy growing in my 0- 10 years I enjoyed every bit of it. I was one proud, loved and joyous boy. Each moment of it left a memory, to remember and cherish. I wouldn’t have compared it to any and therefore I am so happy and contented with these stages and it was supposedly a fully lived life. If I could remember I enjoyed it all, loved and was loved and played at home with energy, freedom and company. With my siblings and my age set neighbors it was one of the most remarkable moments to be able to remember when I flashback. Parents, brothers, sisters a whole family was a full package to me because it provided all that I ever needed to grow, be happy and identify myself. Each opportunity, every moment and every other person formed and became part of who I will be. Love, security, company, happiness and mentorship were all well represented and available in plenty. I don’t ever look back and regret but have the feeling that it was a chapter that shaped and defined me, my dreams and the causes I am part of and involved today. The community became a safe nest because all of those who were responsible to make it become homely performed accordingly and I couldn’t ask more than what was offered and provided. The best moments that I can remember are those that were spent with my younger sister, Lois. We had fun and lots of them and enjoyed house chores and practiced gardening with passion. My immediate elder brother too provided me an opportunity to adventure, somebody to look up to and he gave me new a wide range of experiences to help me grow, mature and be a man. My elder brother was a remarkable man because he became the source of enlightenment through formal education and therefore I was able to learn earlier enough even before I became a school going lad.

jargon is ruining our children's education

Teachers need to claim back their intellectual confidence and decide what is best for their children, exercising professional judgment without fear of criticism. Too much of children's time is wasted telling them in great detail what skills they are developing as if they were able to stand outside of themselves and see the wider application of these skills. Gurdian online