Uwemedimo Dominic

27/05/2022

Love and freedom are the two greatest, instinctive human desires...

Love is the feminine energy
Freedom is the masculine energy

As we each seek to balance these energies on an individual, relationship and collective level we are faced with many challenges...

Can I love someone whilst honouring their freedom?
Can I be free, love another intimately and feel loved?
Can love be free to love whoever it loves?
Can freedom include a loving, intimate, sacred connection?

Can I have it all?
Can I give it all?
Can I receive it all?
Can I be it all?

We have been conditioned to see love as a possessive quality
We have become attached to love...

Wanting to own love
Control love
Restrict love
Command love
Demand love
Judge love
Limit love
Label love

Yet as soon as we seek to limit love's innate desire to be free...
It is no longer love

As soon as we can no longer love freedom in all its creations...
It is no longer freedom

To balance the two
Love and freedom
Freedom and love

Is to balance the masculine and feminine within
To be whole
To be love
To be free

To be you
To be me.

13/05/2022

‪All life is one. The world is one home. All are members of one human family. All creation is an organic whole. No man is independent of this whole. Man makes himself miserable by separating himself from others. Separation is death. Unity is eternal life. Cultivate love. Include all. Embrace all. Serve all. Recognise the worth of others. Destroy all barriers, racial, religious and natural prejudices that separate man from man. Cease to find fault with others. Realise your unity with all.

Deborah was young and prone to ignorance. Punishment and education would have cured that ignorance. But they chose the barbaric option that has long been outlawed by human civilisation.

Humanity is greater than religion. If we practice humanity as sane human beings, we would not fall slaves to religion, which is just a manifestation of baser sentiment.

RIP Deborah, some barbarians chose the inhumane option of religion as against the option of humanity. It's a dark age.

10/05/2022

Introspection

The veneer of decent feelings and civilised behavior had vanished. Right and wrong, good and evil, had no more meaning to the present world than the written word had for someone who had never learned to read.

Indiscriminate promiscuity, be******ty, and random acts of violence, the state of nature that existed before civilisation came into being, and that still exist wherever the human being follow the impulses of passion instead of the rule of reason, These are the meaning and measure of the present times.

This is certainly not that decent world where Churches helped to protect your soul and the Court helped to protect your lives and property. That sane world has gone to the Lekki dogs.

Now! You are responsible for your morality, choose wisely.

11/02/2022

*LIFE IS A CIRCLE OF CONTRIBUTION*

*I contribute.*
*U contribute.*
*We contribute.*

*When any party ceases to contribute, the circle will be broken & leakages will be discovered.*

*Whatever u are enjoying today is someone else's contribution.*

*Whatever u are lacking today is because someone who is suppose to contribute didn't.*

*Don't be that person, who because he refuses to contribute, causes leakages to the circle.*
*Every person on earth is here to contribute to make the world a better place.*

*Contribution is the essence of living.*
*U can contribute anything useful.*
*U can contribute in knowledge, in understanding, in wisdom, in love, in peace, in resources, & in finances.*
*Also, U can contribute physically, spiritually, intellectually, financially, morally etc.*

*When u contribute, people will eat, when people contribute u will eat.*

*_ASK URSELF:_*

*What is my contribution in that place that I am?*
*What have u contributed to make progress?*
*What is lacking as a result of ur refusal to contribute?*
*What is the way forward?*
*The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.*
*Ur presence is irrelevant if u have nothing to contribute.*

*In the office where u work, contribute, in the organisation that u are, contribute.*
*In the school, contribute.*
*In the house, contribute.*
*In the places of worship, contribute.*
*In the team, contribute.*
*In the training , contribute*
*In the community,* *contribute.*
*In the family, contribute...*
*in ur association, contribute.*
*In ur street, contribute.*
*Everywhere try & contribute...*
*U have something to contribute: Contribute in Love...*
*Instead of complaining, contribute.*
*Instead of destructive criticism, contribute.*
*Instead of being embittered, contribute.*
*Instead of watching, contribute.*
*Contribution is the right use of energy...*
*Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build*

*Contribute by passing this to others. THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY.*
*Good Afternoon

Akpan, Ndifreke Esq.

(Lead Attorney & Notary Public)

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Off IBB Way, Uyo,

Akwa Ibom State

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Civil rights are rights that protect individuals’ freedom from infringement by governments, social organizations, and private individuals. They ensure one’s entitlement to participate in the civil and political life of society and the state without discrimination or repression.

24/01/2022

I parked in front of the mall sitting inside the car waiting for my friend to get a few items from the mall.

Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a tramp.

From his looks, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money.

There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you are just not in the mood and don't want to be bothered.

This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times."

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.

He didn't.

He came and sat on the curb nearby but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even get a good meal.

After a few minutes, he spoke.

"That's a very nice car, you got there," he said.

He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him.

I said, "thanks," and continued listening to the car radio.

He sat there quietly, and the expected plea for money never came.

As the silence between us widened something inside me said, "ask him if he needs any help."

I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held to the inner voice.

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.

We often look for wisdom in great men and women and we expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but outstretched grimy hands.

He spoke the three words that shook me.

*"Don't we all" ?* he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important until those three words hit me like a twelve-gauge shotgun.

*Don't we all?*

I needed help.

Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help.

I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare but enough to get a warm meal and a few other things for the day.

Those three little words still ring in my ears today.

No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too.

No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.

You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.

They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have -

*A different perspective on life,

*a glimpse at something beautiful,

* a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets.

Maybe he was more than that.

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a tramp, then said, "go minister to that man inside the car, that man needs help."

*DON'T WE ALL?*

Help somebody, you are only a custodian of whatever you possess.

We come, we go; the in-between defines who we truly are.
Good morning and a beautiful week ahead

07/01/2022

Trevor Noah on the life-changing power of a mother to make her child dream:

"My mom raised me as if there were no limitations on where I could go or what I could do. When I look back I realize she raised me like a white kid—not white culturally, but in the sense of believing that the world was my oyster, that I should speak up for myself, that my ideas and thoughts and decisions mattered.

We tell people to follow their dreams, but you can only dream of what you can imagine, and, depending on where you come from, your imagination can be quite limited. Growing up in Soweto, our dream was to put another room on our house. Maybe have a driveway. Maybe, someday, a cast-iron gate at the end of the driveway. Because that is all we knew. But the highest rung of what’s possible is far beyond the world you can see.

My mother showed me what was possible. The thing that always amazed me about her life was that no one showed her. No one chose her. She did it on her own. She found her way through sheer force of will. Perhaps even more amazing is the fact that my mother started her little project, me, at a time when she could not have known that apartheid would end. There was no reason to think it would end; it had seen generations come and go.

I was nearly six when Mandela was released, ten before democracy finally came, yet she was preparing me to live a life of freedom long before we knew freedom would exist. A hard life in the township or a trip to the colored orphanage were the far more likely options on the table.

But we never lived that way. We only moved forward and we always moved fast, and by the time the law and everyone else came around we were already miles down the road, flying across the freeway in a bright orange, piece-of-sh*t Volkswagen with the windows down and Jimmy Swaggart praising Jesus at the top of his lungs.

People thought my mom was crazy. Ice rinks and drive-ins and suburbs, these things were izinto zabelungu—the things of white people. So many black people had internalized the logic of apartheid and made it their own.

Why teach a black child white things? Neighbors and relatives used to pester my mom. “Why do all this? Why show him the world when he’s never going to leave the ghetto?”

“Because,” she would say, “even if he never leaves the ghetto, he will know that the ghetto is not the world. If that is all I accomplish, I’ve done enough.”

~ SOURCE: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood.

08/12/2021

"One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle
will strike you as the most beautiful."
~ Sigmund Freud