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The psychological perambulator of a man obsessed with
happiness but actually under suggestive of sorrow or gloom is, to constantly in
an egomaniacally manner assumes the opposite of very self. He is likely to
inflate the idea of his own importance. His exaggerated sense of self
importance is nothing but false pride. But that is how he could balance it. He
must portray himself “healthier than thou” in order not to look unhealthy. That
is his mode of survival and the only way he could be what he is not.
This sense of reasoning may be vital to the developmental
survival of this man, but the danger lies at the very end of his life when
circumstances compel him to account for his deeds, especially how he has
deliberately coordinated such dexterity and skill in order to secure undue
advantage over others. It may or may not be his fault but the desire to swindle
people of their inheritance would be of consequential burial chamber he may not
be able to win victory over.
Instead of seeking help, this man will remain a donkey
until the very end when it would be too late to save him from this mental
illness that has accelerated the fallacy of pleasure inherited from the
disposition of hubris. There is another danger but, because this man is a
donkey he will be too bloody-minded like an obstinate child with a violent
temper – to become a gentle old horse, docile and obedient.
No one will be able to save him from this demise because
to him, and right from his mother’s womb, it is an art of failure to be gentle
or to be considered polite. To him, the rudimentary of living lies in a rugged
personality not being sheepish. This is what has defined his path right from the
incipient stage of endeavour. He will go on to preach orderliness whereas he
violently believes in chaos or near anarchy, an attribute he considers as a
tactical weapon to unleash in order to remain relevant.
Though his false pride has blinded him to reality, his
ruggedness will help him to understand that, for him to “dey kampe” there must
be chaos or near anarchy in the society he lives. And this man would do
anything to preserve his end. He cares not. Perhaps he doesn’t care because he
knows from experience that his people cherish ruffians – explicitly or
implicitly. Otherwise he knows it would have been impossible for his character
to develop along the way. And he loathes them for this.
That’s perhaps the vital organ that has rummaged his sense
of worthlessness (worthlessness may not be the appropriate word here). I say
worthlessness because if this man deep down feels he is a worthy citizen, he
would not have derived sexual, physical or psychological pleasure by inflicting
harm on others. So something of great intensity is fueling his belligerence.
This man has a strong emotion oriented toward some real or supposed grievance.
No one can cure him regarding this feeling which might eventually destroy him –
further.
This man arrives at this precarious truce because he often
reminds himself that his people are largely responsible for his ruined state of
mind. It is his conviction that his people are sycophants and they have
systematically shattered his dream of peace and prosperity. He would never
forgive them for making him an unhappy man. But he must pretend until his last
moment on earth.
To achieve this, it is highly important for him to conceal
his real emotion. Hence he must constantly tell his people or the world at
large that “I am happy; I am contented with myself; I am not worried by
anything; I dey kampe; I own Nigeria;
and that God Himself speaks to me everyday; I thank God for creating me….” Where
is the cure for pretense? For it is the symptom of his ailment.
You see, this man has vowed to extract his own pound of
flesh from those he perceives as enemy. Nothing would stop his paroxysm of
revenge even if it means destroying himself along the way to achieving this
goal of immeasurable calamity. But he is ready because he has gotten the
necessary techniques to climb to the top of the tree. However, he has
completely forgotten the rules that must guide him throughout such tempestuous
or inordinate ambition. He must not climb the tree above the leaves.
Of course that is exactly what this man has done. I see
him falling down at the crucial age he would be too weak to get up. This is
because by this time he’d be exhausted as his destination comes into view. Even
at that point he would put up a stone face, making him vulnerable to early
ignominy. There’s no doubt the fact that this man is responsible for the
precipitation of his own demise. But what is important to him is, to feign
happiness.
And he will do it to the end. Perhaps the ability to sham
felicity is where his luck lies, for he knows that by showing intense joy
publicly, he is indirectly penetrating the skin of those who detest him. Yes,
he wants them to be as unhappy as he is. If he could not get happiness, no one
would get it. But why is he pretending to be happy? Why does he chew “I dey
kampe” every now and then? Let the philosophers answer or solve the myth behind
such demeanour.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NVS @ 5
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Posted by Robot| 02.04.2008 11:15