Amadeus Diary

Life thoughts of a Word Custodian…

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Silence:A seed grows with no sound, but a tree falls with huge noise…
Destruction has noise, but creation is silent. In your success remain silent as there is power in silence.
Grow Silently!
Cultivate Silence!
A farmer discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had some sentimental value for him.
After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn. He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.
Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch.
Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another…

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KINTSUKUROI

Yaaaaaaaaaaay!!! I just can’t keep still. It’s my birthday today and it’s the big Three-Oooh (If anyone asks, just tell them I’m ‘simply 18’). Besides, it’s a good day and time to blow off the dust that has gathered on this blog of mine. Not like Amadeus hasn’t had anything to put in his diary all the while. Well, here I am now, letting you all know today is my birthday (hehehehehehehehe).

This post ain’t about birthdays though. All that was just to get your attention.

Before I continue, I feel you really should know something about me. I’m a die-hard Otaku (well, maybe not as bad as some people I know, but I am serious about it). People close to me know this for a fact. Most times I am seen being serious with my phone, I’m probably reading up a manga or viewing an anime. Can’t begin to count the number of mangas I have read or animes I have seen.

Oops! I can imagine the looks on some of your faces right now after reading all those strange words. Manga is a style of Japanese comic book, Anime is a style of Japanese film and television animation usually based on a Manga and an Otaku is a Japanese term for people with obsessive interests, commonly the anime and manga fandom.

Now, I guess we are all on the same page. My venture into manga and anime has exposed me to the Japanese culture (had to say that in a cool way). And, this leads me to what I wanna talk about today.

Kintsukuroi (“golden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver. Can you imagine that? A broken art of clay fixed using gold. Looking at a damaged clay pot and all you see is the luster and beauty of gold…yet, it’s damaged.

When I stumbled on this practice, it literally blew my mind. The philosophy behind it is to amplify embracing the imperfect. It resounds the message that the cracks and repairs are simply events in the life of an object rather than allowing its service to end at the time of its damage or breakage. The damage is not hidden, the repair is illuminated.

Isn’t that precisely what God does with our faults and messes?

I have realized that human efforts at treating our faults and messes only focuses on cover up, hiding and pretense. We live in denial of where we have fallen short of expectations [or standards]. We sweep it all under the rug, put on the mask and march on into a world full of façade. Pretenders playing pretense in a pretentious world…that’s who we are.

God takes up the [seeming] dirt of our lives and makes precious stones of them. He handles our breakages and treats them so well, we see beauty in the cracks of our lives. Kintsukuroi may be a practice from the Asian world, but, God does that to our hearts all the time.

“That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.”
Romans 8:28 (The Message)

That’s my birthday message to you all.

‘RED’ IN MY FACE

AVOWAL
This write-up was inspired by Valentine’s Day.

Now this is something you do not get to see every year. A write-up about Valentine after February 14th. Year after year we get the media rush flooding our senses as we approach the last week of January. Sales, special offers, history lessons on what Val is all about and it all just keeps coming. So I thought it wise that what I have to say shouldn’t get swallowed up in all that rat race of recent weeks gone by.

In case you miss the in-between-the-lines message, here it is; I WAITED TILL NOW ON PURPOSE.

Just as expected, Saturday [in its wake] made it seem like the whole world had become some huge Old Trafford (or was it more like Emirates). ‘Red’ was all over the place and [maybe first time since we all screamed Happy New Year] Love was almost physically tangible all over the place. I really want to believe it was like that all over the world.

I couldn’t help but wonder though, “can this Love be REAL and expressed beyond a day?”. This one time when humans publicly display their true affections and appreciations for each other, when they truly speak the same language of selflessness. Can it go beyond just this one day, and become a lifestyle?

DISCLAIMER
This write-up does not put into consideration the various Valentine excesses that fall outside the boundaries of moral conduct.

This line of thought brought me home to the situation of things in the nation (I am Nigerian by the way). That same day would have been the day Nigerians stepped out to declare who they want as their leader. It would have been the day many had waited for with eager expectations and the day many would have hoped never came. It would have been The Day.

“Whoever governs fairly and well, who rules in the Fear-of-God, Is like first light at daybreak without a cloud in the sky, Like green grass carpeting earth, glistening under fresh rain.”
2nd Samuel 23: 3-4 (The Message)

I am yet to decide what would have been the likely results of that day. But, one thing I know is, we have a nation that needs to see more of ‘RED’. And, I believe we have been given one more chance to choose right.

It goes without saying that the RIGHT man for the job is the man who truly loves the nation and population. However, as easy as it is to point at the flaws [and strengths] of public figures, we shouldn’t forget that WE amplify or condense their records.

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My point is, just as it takes genuine LOVE for a leader to rule a nation right (I can’t think of any other way to govern fairly and rule in the Fear-of-God) it also takes LOVE for us all to live right.

My submission is, as we look for the RIGHT man for the Job, let’s also thrive to be the RIGHT people in the Job. We need more ‘RED’ in our faces.

WAR OF THE COLORS

If anyone ever told you painting is fun, they were right. Hold on a minute, I am not saying I have had a firsthand experience at it. It’s more like I stood around and watched while someone else did the painting (I mean, why do the work if you can literally glean off the fun of it from someone else).

Anyway, I just had a full bout of painting extravaganza this past week (now that is something new in the New Year). From the painting of a room to watching two artists battle it out on a stage, I am beginning to feel like I see colors everywhere (literarily). I don’t know if you know that feeling though, the creative power that emerges when colors are artfully engineered (yeah, I noticed that too) into something meaningful.

Alright, I believe I have been able to express my appreciation for art and what colors can be made to do. Not only have I been ‘awakened’ to the intricate patterns that colors play around us, I have also come to notice interplay of shades and tints in our society.

It’s a take-off

We live in a world of varying COLORS. Fiction and reality are being painted every day to suit the painter’s taste. What would have passed for standard a couple of years back no longer seem to fit the bill. Shades and tints are sprayed all over facts to give them a ‘new look’. Truths are picked and COLORS are sprayed all over them such that we hardly recognize them anymore.

Where are the STANDARDS?

What happened to the dos and don’ts? Where did the concept of ‘relative truth’ come from? Why are our scales no longer ‘fixed’? When did our balances become ‘false’? By what rule do we set the ‘margin’ now?

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People have become artists in their own rights; smearing their perceptions with so much color that they have lost sight of the true nature of the canvas called LIFE. The funny part is they permit different shades of tints, and as such, allow for varying ‘versions’ of truth.

It’s time we stopped giving logical reasoning (yeah right) to cover up for vices.

No more COLORS.

No more SHADES.

No more TINTS.

Not even ‘monochrome’.

“However men may make light of giving short weight or measure, and however common such crimes may be, they are an abomination to the Lord…An honest man’s principles are fixed, therefore his way is plain.”
Proverbs 11:1-3 (Matthew Henry’s Concise Commentary)

The standard never changed. Let’s stop deceiving ourselves. It still remains BLACK and WHITE. No ‘in-betweens’.

CALL TO HUMANITY

I’m back with an AWESOME piece from yet another friend. Thank God for ‘unusual’ friends


Let me begin with a quote of a friend of mine.

“You DO NOT DO empathy”

That was what he told me when I told him I was going to do an article on Empathy.

Truth be told, he was right.

In a world where everything is fast paced, you keep on moving or get pushed out of the way. It is so easy to get caught in that zombie traffic. The reckless continuity of work-to-home, home-to-church and vice-versa. Each day, we pass by tons of people, we utter “Good Morning” as though barking out an order for them to get out of the way. Or maybe, I’m the only one who does these things.

At any rate, the need for constant motion may often swallow the need for frequent reflection.

There is a beggar on my route to work, an old man. He has complete sets of hands and feet, and each day on the same spot, he sits and asks for money as I pass by.

I pass him by a lot.

Until, one day I hear myself say, God cares for the poor regardless their religion.

At this point, I stopped. And I gave him money. And I remember, “God cares for the poor, regardless their religion

Care is the one thing that drives connection. I will explain. Care forces us to do one thing, it forces us to FEEL. To feel the pain of another, to feel the wisdom in words, to feel the affection in actions…

“To FEEL” causes us to abandon our own point of reference, beliefs, neediness and to take up another’s position. To see life through their eyes. Not to slightly alter our perspective and accommodate theirs… but to abandon totally, and see it from their eyes.

This taking up someone else’s view point, is called Empathy. And it is Empathy that helps us relate to someone else’s pain. This is the relation that drives connection between two parties. This is the bind that ties good relationships.

When we care, we can reach people. We can touch them and the FEELING of connection itself satisfies us.

I’m not sure if it is possible to care without loving, maybe it is, I’m not sure. But I am sure it is impossible to LOVE without CARING.

Feeling may not always be pleasant. Do it anyways, it drives connection. For to numb, drives disconnection.

After I gave the beggar, he said “thanks”. And these words came to mind…

“I’ll bless those who bless you”
Genesis 12:3

That’s when I realized, because I gave to him that day and he blessed, so many more will give to him. As a result, the first act of giving and thankfulness, made a beggar have, and made him blessed.

My word of encouragement is this. Reflect, Care, for the ones you love, and the one’s you don’t. Care, because it is good for you to FEEL.

Feel, Gbenga.

Written By: Ajiboye Gbenga (@the_horoatio)
http://www.thesavvynigerian.blogspot.com


And to think I was the one that said “You DO NOT DO empathy” (I should be ashamed of myself).

There you have it people. Let’s get back to connecting with people. That is the vehicle of Love.

Happy New Year

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Happy New Year everyone. May 2015 be a year of unprecedented accomplishments for us all.
#toast

MOVE ON

I got a friend to do this piece. I must say, I couldn’t have done it better.


Dear 2014

When I first met you twelve months ago, I had thought this love affair was going to be the best ever. I had hopes, dreams, aspirations, desires and needs. I had requirements to fulfill, expectations to accomplish, deadlines to meet up with and I was so sure the love affair between us would automatically make it all work. I had thought the love you had for me will make you see to it that all is accomplished with you and in you.

Indeed you were a friend and confidant. With you, I soared like an eagle, discovering my purpose and accomplishing certain things I never thought possible. But, the things that seemed like I wanted and needed the most, you withheld from me.

I must have forgotten the power to achieve is not in or with the you but with God.

I am not going to complain about the things I couldn’t do with you. Things like “I didn’t get admitted into the university“, “I didn’t get a wife“, “I didn’t get a husband“, “I didn’t get a child“, “I didn’t buy a car, build a house” blah blah blah.

I am simply going to drop them with you and hold on to the fact that I had an amazing life filled with love from family and friends, God’s goodness and faithfulness. I have friends to be thankful for, testimonies to share, memories to hold on to, lessons learnt from experiences and beautiful flashbacks that remind me I had an affair with you. (but I have to MOVE ON)

And, I am not apologetic about having to MOVE ON. I must say I am privileged to have met you, come in contact with you and build this relationship with you, but I am not sorry I have to let you go.

mehn, I hope this doesn’t go into the Chronicles of Heartbreaks.

I am grateful for every mistake made in 2014, because I have learnt how not to do certain things, how not to go about making certain decisions, how not to react to certain issues and how to handle certain situations.

Life has been beautiful and meaningful with you, 2014 (and I mean it). I got awards, made it through leadership, pressure at work and pressure from family. Through it all, you stood for me and by me. For this I am whole heartedly grateful.

You gave me friends that light up my world, relationships that led beyond the altar, with you I got positions I didn’t know I could attain, you gave me ideas and dreams to keep keeping on, you taught me how and why not to give up even after the 11th hour. (Yeah, ‘cos there is always a 12th hour after every 11th hour 😉 )

So as I step out into this new relationship with this new found love, 2015, I step out as a better person who has been through high and low, hills and valleys with 2014 and has emerged with shoulders straight and head held high, walking confidently and majestically, leaving behind the anger and frustration of what I could have done but didn’t do, leaving behind the thought of opportunities which never showed up or showed up and I didn’t take advantage of. I am leaving behind broken marriage and relationship, abusers and victimizers. I am leaving behind all excesses and stepping out with only that which is important;

God, Love, Family, Friends, Purpose

It was nice knowing you, I sincerely appreciate you but it’s time to move on. I loved every second with you but I will cherish my every moment with 2015. For me, its bye forever.

Yours Once,

Humanity.

Written By: Monioro Eseoghene Ebiyemi (MEE)
http://www.athenasmind.wordpress.com


That’s right people. It’s time to MOVE ON. Let me end with this piece.

The ways of right-living people glow with light; the longer they live, the brighter they shine.
Proverbs 4:18

See you all in 2015.

STAR GAZERS

This post, in more ways than one, can be seen as a sequel to FLY

Sometimes I wish I could do things the way the ‘ancients’ did them. Technology can be drab at times. I’m talking about stuffs like putting my ears to the ground to know what lies in the distance rather than using binoculars. Licking my fingers and raising it high above my head to know the direction of the wind as against using a wind vane.

Yeah I know some people can and still do all that, but I CAN’T!!! And that is not fair.

My favorite of all these ‘ancient arts’ (well, not really my favorite. It just suits the topic of discourse) is star gazing.

Oh, by referring to it as an ancient art I don’t really mean it is antediluvian. I just like the feeling I get typing ‘ancient arts’.

Alright, as I was saying, STAR GAZERS. The fact that one can look up into the sky and chart a course of direction has always thrilled me. How do they know one star from another? How do they map out their voyage from the billions of stars that light up the night sky? These are some of the questions that has puzzled my mind.

Then, it hit me. We are all STAR GAZERS (though, not in the original context of the phrase). Every human being that has ever consciously set a goal, molded a dream or cast a vision is a STAR GAZER. Every aspiration that has ever set our hearts bubbling for accomplishment is a star we intently followed. Some stars were followed till they were ‘birthed’. Some, sadly, were lost in the constellation.

One of the lessons I have learnt in this season borders around some particular STAR GAZERS. We refer to them as ‘wise men’. They had long anticipated a particular star and, when they saw it, they followed it. Interestingly, they missed their way once and ended up in the wrong destination (funny, even wise men get it wrong sometimes).

The twist in the story that always gets me excited is that, after realizing their mistake, our wise men simply retraced their steps right back to where they had initially made the wrong turn. And, hey presto! There was the star waiting for them to come back, waiting for them to continue on to the true destination.

So, in the spirit of the season, I would love you to know that you don’t have to beat yourself up for the goals that you couldn’t score this year, for the mistakes you made that landed you in the wrong destination. A living Dog actually does fare better than a dead Lion.

Instructed by the king, they set off. Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies. It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child. They could hardly contain themselves: They were in the right place! They had arrived at the right time!
Matthew 2:9-10

Honestly retrace your steps to where you got it wrong. Your star never left, it’s right there waiting for you to come back and finish strong. Follow it as it leads you to the ‘manger’ where your gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh would leave a mark in the annals of history.

Finish Strong.

Compliments of the Season

FLY

It’s amazing how the entire atmosphere changes the moment we step into December (as a month of course). And I am not talking about climatology or meteorology here. I am talking about that feel you get when you wake up in the morning, that taste in your mouth when you step out into the rather cold December morning (kinda hot this year though), that uncontrollable whistle that escapes your mouth as you walk down the street.

The excitement is rather contagious. Parents planning a special holiday for the kids, children looking forward to the ‘goodies’ the season has in store for them, businesses and corporate organizations planning end-of-the-year freebies, popular ‘seasonal’ songs blaring from speakers on every other street, decorations popping up everywhere.

<sighs> sometimes I wish the season never ends…#tallWish

Having said all that, I am sure you will understand my bewilderment when I see ‘gloom’ and ‘grump’ on people’s faces. I am yet to decide if it’s just a 2014 ‘thingy’ or if it has always been that way and I just didn’t notice. While I still can’t get over the excitement of the season (and the prospect of a new year), I fail to ignore the depression I see on the streets.

The year draws to an end, and it seems to be taking the hopes of some people along with it. Hearts are reminded of relationships that didn’t make it through the year, individuals are reminded of projects that never got to see the light of day. There are the goals that were never scored all through the year, deadlines that turned out ‘dead’, projections that ended as ‘declinations’.

Hey, come on, the year wasn’t all ‘doom’ and ‘gloom’.

This is not a 10-Reasons-You-Should-Be-Happy post. Neither does it have an End-With-A-Bang flow. Nevertheless, I will be sharing what gets me ‘high’ and ‘fly’ all the time. So, this post goes to everyone and anyone that just can’t see the ‘reason for the season’.

“Come on Wendy”
“You can do it Wendy”
“Just think happy thoughts”
“That’s the secret”
“You can do it Wendy”

The above is an excerpt from one of my favorite cartoons, Peter Pan. I remember the several moments in my life when I literally tried to ‘fly’ just because Peter told Wendy all it took to fly was just to have HAPPY THOUGHTS (yeah, trust me to ignore the part of the fairy dust). I am sure J. M Barrie knew little about the truth in those words. HAPPY THOUGHTS do give you wings to fly. It has always worked for me.

I am sure you know I am not talking about soaring through the sky, leaping over buildings, floating along with the clouds (though that won’t be a bad idea as the next breakthrough in aero-dynamics). I am talking about that ‘healthy’ state of one’s heart where all worries dissipate like fog in the presence of the sun. I’m telling you, nothing comes close to the feel of ‘flying’ like that does.

So, what am I saying? Get your mental capes and jumpsuits on and think HAPPY THOUGHTS people. You just can’t afford to start the New Year on ‘ground level’, approach it from the heights of the ‘stars’.

Here is my HAPPY THOUGHT (just one of them actually)

Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies.
Philippians 4:8

DADDY 101

Yeah, I know what you are thinking as you raise your brow at the sight of the topic. I did the same when it crept into my head. But, before I say any more on that, I will love to appreciate and apologize. Appreciation goes to my resolute (I actually wanted to say ‘dauntless’) readers who have kept the traffic moving on this blog. The stat I see wasn’t what I was expecting. Though, it’s been 2 weeks I last made an entry on this blog, the stat didn’t drop as I had feared it will. I doff my hat to you all.

And the apology is for my obvious absence. Believe me when I say my absence wasn’t as a result of me not having anything to say (would you even have believed me if I had said I didn’t have anything to say? 😉 ). I couldn’t be here because I got a second job. Yup, a second job. Now, mind you, I didn’t say another job. I mean, when you have to take care of a 11 month old baby for two weeks, trust me, it’s a JOB in itself. Hear me out.

Leaving the office everyday stopped feeling like I was going home to rest for the day. I started feeling like I was simply changing shifts from a day job to a night job. My usual routine was invaded and mutated. I suddenly had a second boss overnight. A boss whose dictates I couldn’t refuse, whose wants I couldn’t ignore, whose deadlines I dare not miss. What I wanted, my ideas, my opinions all became inconsequential. My own home became a colony governed by my new boss’ rule. It was either his way…or the highway.

What am I talking about?

Let me backtrack a little. I did mention a certain baby earlier. Well, my sister had to drop my nephew with us for 2 weeks. An 11 month old cute, dimpled, all-smiles boy. Did I just hear you say ‘awwwwwwwwwww’? I wonder if you would have said the same initially were you in my shoes. First few days of the first week seemed like I haven’t had a good sleep in like forever. I was suddenly immersed into the world of diapers, Cerelac, incessant cooing, Jim-Jam, the list can be endless.

Surprisingly, my experience did not remain that of woe and dismay. The turning point started when on a particular evening, I returned home from my day job. I had just entered the house, still thinking what my home based boss would require of me this evening. What actually happened wasn’t what I had prepared for. I entered the building to meet a crawling bundle of laughter moving towards me at top speed. He got to me, stood up while bracing his body against my leg, stretched out his hands to me. He was actually welcoming me back home.

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Words can’t really express the dazzling array of emotions that bubbled in me as I held him tight in my arms. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have painted such an innocent life in the shades of a tyrant or a dictator? I realized my wants, my ideas, my opinions weren’t inconsequential after all. They simply just evolved from revolving around me to revolving around him.

Need I mention that the moment ended with a rather terrific slap to my cheek and a painful scratch across my face? But by that time, I couldn’t care less.

I remember speaking with my mentor (and wife to my mentor…yeah, the couple are both mentors to me) and she said to me;

“Welcome to DADDY 101. This is a core course you just have to pass.”

Looking in retrospect now, I can’t help but smile at that statement. In reality, that is what this last 2 weeks have been to me. It has been [what I would love to call] a foretaste for me. I discovered the joy inherent in all the seemingly mundane [and sometimes annoying] activities characteristic of ‘daddying’.

Okay, maybe 2 weeks might not cut it for you as sufficient time to claim I learnt what I learnt. But, I and I alone know the workings of my heart. 😉

I stopped fussing over the times he would cry and I just couldn’t figure out what he wanted. I stopped fussing over how he would choose to cling to me at moments when I actually had something to do. I started seeing more in his smiles, hearing more in his laughter, feeling more in his touch. I started feeling some pain each time I tried to leave for work and he started to cry profusely, not wanting me to leave. I started learning to be patient when sleep beckons to him and he starts throwing a fit just because he would rather stay awake. I started appreciating his appetite (the boy fit chop for Naija and win a gold medal at it). I started trying not to mind the frequent bites, pinches and scratches. Yes, I started adjusting, shifting my perspectives.

I came to realize that God telling us to ‘be fruitful and multiply’ goes beyond the text itself. He did not give us that charge just so that we can increase in number alone. Rather, among other salient and pertinent reasons behind this charge is the chance for Man to have an idea [in terms he best understands] what He [God] feels for us.

The hardest part for me was having to say ‘Goodbye’ to him when his parents came for him at the end of 2 weeks. I have come to the conclusion that the next best thing God has given humanity after the salvation of our souls is our ability to Sire.

Don’t you see that children are GOD’s best gift? The fruit of the womb his generous legacy? Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows are the children of a vigorous youth. Oh, how blessed are you parents, with your quivers full of children! Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you; you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.
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