“What is time?”

One day a wise man was asked a question: “What is time?”
His answer was:
– Yesterday, today, tomorrow…
The one who asked the question was disappointed:
– That’s it?
– Well, – the wise man said, – then listen to this story.

There was Today which wanted to become Always…  Yesterday said:
– I also wanted to become Always when I was you…
– Did you ask Always how it does that? – inquired Today.
– I asked.
– And?
– By changing, – was its answer, – by becoming Tomorrow from Today.
– But that means, – Today thought, – that Always does not belong to itself. It is always someone else! It means that something is making it do that. But what is it?
Yesterday said:
– Maybe it’s Time?
– What is time? – Today asked. – It’s only you and me, and also Tomorrow…

The one who was asking the wise man said nothing more, because another person, who was silent before, joined their conversation:
– But wise man, it means that time is the thing what passes. And that is wrong. It can also last by stopping.
The wise man looked at him with curiosity and answered with a smile:
– You are right. Sometimes today can last hundreds and thousands of years… before it passes. Sometimes it feels like yesterday has come back and we are living in it. There is a little bit of tomorrow in yesterday and in today, but we rarely recognise it. It turns out that there is only this trinity

YOUR HEART DESIRE - CHAPTER 2

                                    CHAPTER TWO.



Hani and Zimo, both daughters of Emaja were by far the most beautiful girls in the Kingdom. Though Zimo was younger, she was much taller than her sister and more beautiful. She had a birthmark finely placed on her left cheek which made people think she was a special child. Her ebony skin shone on the day and sparkled at night. She had such elegance and aura it made her mates jealous and the men of the village lust for her. She had two calabash shaped breast firmly placed on her chest, she swayed her waist with such tenacity and ease that people swore she walked like a snake. Her set of teeths were as white as snow. and when she smiled, it melted the heardened heart of men.
Hani, the elder sister, much older and a little bit less beautiful than her younger sister had a scar on her left cheek too. It made people think she and her sister were a twin. Though not much characteristics as her sister, she had the heart of a man and the meekness of a mule. She was beautiful to behold. Any man would want to marry her.
But Hani and Zimo both had a fault. They were wayward! This is mysterious because their father was not known to be wayward. "They weren't always like this. Oh qods of our fathers, what have i done to deserve this ill-treatment from you?" lamented Alimi. "Have i not fulfilled my part as a father to them?. Have i not shown them the right part?. . Have i not provided for them what they wished for". Our ancestors, answer me. Have i not being a good father to my children?". Alimi was becoming frail and weaker by each passing day. Frustration and helplessness clearly written on his forehead. He took his walking stick and his bag along with him as he set out to go to his farm.
He was just a few yards to the farm when suddenly, admist tears from a far off direction, he could hear his name being called. His friend, Mazi Chidi was running as long as his old and tiny legs could carry him towards Alimi. As he got closer, he slowed down his pace and started gasping for breath. 'Mazi Chidi, i have not seen you run like this since we became friends. What is the problem?'. 'A toad does not run in the daylight for nothing. Tell me my friend, what is chasing you so early in the morning?' Inquired Alimi. "Alimi, there is fire in your house and you are here?'. "I am just coming from your house now, and what i saw... My brother, my eyes have seen my ears". Said Mazi Chidi. "Aalu! May the gods forbid! How can my house be on fire?". Inquired Alimi. "Alimi, what i mean to tell you is that your third daughter Mma is raving mad". Mazi Chidi blurrted out. "Chinekemeh! What! what are you telling me Mazi? Velemo's daughter is running mad? What am i doing here?. Oh No! Not her daughter! Please gods of our land, let this not be true". Said Alimi as he dropped his walking stick and bag and began running home.

YOUR HEART DESIRE - CHAPTER 1

                                  CHAPTER ONE



In a not too populated town in the outskirts of Imodi Kingdom call Ijele, there once lived a man. Alimi was his name. Alimi had three wives. All from the same village and co-incidentally from the same clan. Emaja was the first wife and she had two daughters for Alimi. Muni was the second wife and she had his first and only son, Alao. Velemo was his last wife and she had just a daughter for him.
Alimi was well known in his village for he was the only educated farmer in the whole dynasty of the great Imodi Kingdom. He was oppourtuned to be a learned man after he was forcefully taken from his birth place when he was just six years old. After staying abroad for 30 years and living as a slave under his Colonial master, he finally regained his freedom and returned home.
Using the skills he learnt abroad, he became very rich in no time and made a name for himself. As rich and influencial as he was, he was a kind man. Full of life and open minded. He was one of the front runner of development in his hometown, Imodi. He was loved and adored by his mates. Those who seeked success came to him for advice before venturing into any bussiness. He was truly a blesssed and accomplished man.
But Alimi had a problem. One problem that is so persistent and consistent it was slowly and painfully sucking his essence out of him. His eldest daughters Hani and Zimo for that was their name where living an immoral life. A life contrary to the one he had imagined and eventually laid down for them to follow. The more disturbing issue was that his first wife was supporting their way-wardness. He knew he had to do something, and fast too. So Alimi then thought of a plan and how best to show them the true path.