Chapter 7
As I continue to look forward and putting every effort to harness the advocacy and implement those basic things.
Things began to straighten out, however, resolving to stay back among your tribe as if in strange climes is never easy atall.
The problem is that we are always afraid of our people, of where we come from.
We tag them as evil, forgetting that is where your gene is derived.
When there is a gap created by our long absence from your clan, the people will lack the ability to trust you.
They are filled with inferiority complexes. Inferiority complex is most times coned by self-defense.
They are protective of the heritage you denegraded.
They are preoccupied by the fear of dominance, due to your long exposure to diverse cultures and the wider experience you have acquired.
Therefore, pulling down will be the game they master very well.
In that case, get involved slowly by non-participation of the deeper things even if you may know some.
Playing ignorance is important. It will be plausible to have a trustworthy friend and pledge your committed allegiance with silent inner caution.
That is, to always listen to your higher self all the time. Be prayerful, leave all the local politics for them.
Let them see the brokenness and your disinterested involvement.
Be ready to help a few privileged ones and be mindful of how you exhibit your fanfare. Be always humble and don't be foolish.
Be always watchful and listen to every conversation with keenness and take cognizance of all slips of tongues.
The hidden intention of people is made open by their slips, exposed by your higher self.
Don't joke with those who use the influence of alcohol to talk you down in the public.
Choose to be silent and not be taken for granted. Such comments should be responded to by your visible gestures instantly.
Let the owner of the evil words know you are aware but choose to be silent till the appointed time of action.
You can never know the heart of those who you associate with after a long absence. No wonder many prefer to remain in the diaspora.
At first it looks like you are welcomed.
I know and always believe that home is home.
I am of the school of thought that we are complete in our human circle when we mingle and eat foods of our land of birth.
It brings about a certain vibration and radiation which is our make up.
The countryside is indeed beautiful, but the people living there often face a whole lot of irony.
Many of them are living a double standard, where the outward appearance and lifestyle may not truly reflect their inner experiences and struggles.
I grew up in my hometown, surrounded by the familiar faces and rhythms of my people.
But after a long period of migration, when I returned, I found that some of my closest friends had passed away, and the adults I knew back then were now hopelessly aged.
They no longer have the same coordination and power for any useful engagement as they once did. Life is full of hills and valleys. Such is life.
After the day's work, the challenge of finding ways to recreate and rejuvenate can become a total imbalance and dissociative experience.
The pace and demands of rural life can take a toll, leaving little time or energy for the kind of leisure and self-care activities that urban dwellers may take for granted.