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Where Is Your Brother?



As children, we grew up loving to see people around us. In fact, nothing gave us more joy, like having our siblings, cousins, friends and neighbours around.
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Our parents had little or nothing, but our glow, strength and wealth was in relationships, especially families. The joys and memories of holidays and celebrations remain fresh and evergreen in many hearts.   Mute2

We would usually lose sleep to happiness during such seasons. It was always a delight to see siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunties, grannies, etc.
We shared everything in common. We ate from the same plates, shared the same cups, bathed together, slept on the same mats, and even covered with the same sheets at night. We accompanied each other everywhere, including the toilet.
One's fight was everyone's fight. One's victory was everyone's victory. Goal


Sadly, as we began to grow up, we began to grow apart. We began to raise fences over our once unfenced houses to imprison ourselves, thinking we were shutting others out.   Mute1

Class, complex, offense, I am busy, don't disturb me, we are not that related, etc, began to set in. Now we've made enemies out of one's neigbours, foes out of families, foreigners out of friends, and witches out of the ones we once considered our true riches.   Anniversary



It is now pleasurable to demonise each other behind each other. The children of yesterdays who kept vigil over the joy of seeing each other, are now adults and they don't want to see each other,with everybody ignoring everybody; forming busy schedules and feeling over important.    Hail

Family members now keep malice for years over minor or none issues. We have become total strangers to each other as though we did not grow up within the same streets and districts. Bad enough, the elderly ones who should call and chair family meetings from time to time so as to strengthen family bonds, now prefer to rather sit and watch, or even help fan the evil fire of disunity,  by joining the camp they are benefiting from.
Love?

Once children now adults, go to places of worship more, and claim to know GOD better. But our behaviours and characters are not getting better. We have titles on our necks, with no love in our hearts. We appear to be so spiritual but rather act so carnally. Unforgiveness, anger, envy, 'biffing', hatred, selfishness and the likes, are the traits we exude everywhere we go.
We grow old but not the time


The question is:-

Where is the love of old?
Where is the kindness?
How did we get here?
Where did we lose grip of what is most important and picked up what is of no importance?
How have we become adults and less humans?
Law student
Who has bewitched us?
It's time to go back to our childhood. It's time to love, care and look out for each other as families should as amply taught by Paul in Philippians 2:1-5
Law studentse

We must wake up and realise that we are stronger together, better together and will achieve more together.  We will be healthier, live longer, and leave better memories with each other when we come together. To do list

Comments

  1. Honestly, one of the biggest blessings of having breast cancer this year was slowing down and letting go of all the petty things that were keeping me from my family. I now just accept my parents and brother for who they are and respect that. Thanks for the awesome reminder!

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