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Are u implying that love has no systematic and rational way one can approach it?

Tnks,hoping to work on that in future.

Sorry for the miss representation.

Akshow: I hope Its not a boring book like purple hibiscus.

why would you say purple hibiscus is a boring book?

I have often asked myself one question that always seems answerable to the people around me. To many my question is inconsequential, to few the answer is too obvious to be given; however, I find myself lonely in a succor and conception of my own. That is to say, I have become a victim of “conceptional in-lucidity” which is a very serious illness for a scholar like me. However, most young scholars find my question too platitudinous that ignoring me has become the best response. But still, the question keeps popping up in my time of sober reflection; and he says to me, “What really is beauty?”
To many, beauty has to do with what the eyes sees and finds attractive. Consequently, to them, beauty is just confined to the physical appearance. When some individuals are confronted with this question, they simply tell you that beauty cannot be described; however, they believe beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Eighty percent of the people around the world believe that in deciphering or identifying what beauty really is, one needs to be objective in his or her view. That is to say, in identifying beauty, one should base his or her assertion on real facts and not on personal beliefs or feelings.
According to St. Thomas Aquinas, “Beauty is id quod visum placed,” that which pleases upon being seen. For St. Thomas Aquinas, he believes one should look at beauty objectively rather than subjectively. St. Thomas Aquinas disagrees with the cliche that says, “ Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.” St. Thomas’s view on beauty is however not wrong; that is his own opinion on “ what beauty really is,” but one thing we fail to put into consideration when trying to decipher what really the aesthetics of life is all about, is that more focus is put on the objective view of life rather than the subjective view. But still, the objective view is a collection of the subjective view. This however, helights the importance of our subjective view when approaching the matters of beauty.
Ninety-nine percent of people who look at a girl with rabies, puss sores and a disfigured face are going to call her ugly, and ninety-nine percent of people who look at a woman with smooth radiant skin, clean hair, a healthy weight are going to call her attractive; maybe that is how our natural selection was meant to function? But this does not still answer my question, because, even beauty itself fades, and beauty is not beauty when it never remains beautiful. My assiduous research in trying to decipher or understand “what beauty really is?” yielded great fruit, because I came to realize that the oral sirocco received through my ears on “what beauty really is?” is different from the sight definition of beauty. However, this shows the divergent definition of beauty as given by the eyes and the mouth.
We have journeyed together trying to paint an adequate picture of what beauty really is? As defined by scholars and some individuals. Based on my laborious research, I simply define beauty as a positive attraction. One reoccurring definition I got on “what beauty really is?” is: beauty is simply embedded in the character and not on the facial outlook. Have you wondered why our parents who used to be beauty queens in their young age now look unattractively different? Have you wondered why the beauty queens of yesterday are now addressed as ex-beauty queens? What is beauty without character?
I will rather not use the word “beautiful” to describe individuals who we are attracted to at first sight, instead, I use the phrase “good looking” for every individual who has a friend, there is always one force of attraction that brings them together and secures their relationship. That is not to say, that people don’t get attracted to you because you are good-looking, but, what is friendship if it does not last? Beauty is beyond the physical appearance of an individual; however, I believe beauty lies in what is embedded inside us. A girl happens to be the focus of many individuals. This got me wondering why? Because, I couldn’t in my natural eyes see anything special in her…but I was wrong, because chineye’s intelligence and morally sound behavior attracted people to her. Her skin was not as radiant and glowing like agbani dergo’s or as mind blowing as the beautifully painted Monalisa picture. But, she possessed some outstanding character that made people attracted to her. One important point we ought to know, is the fact that, beauty is not beauty is if it doesn’t possesses any positive character that will hold one spell bound. You could be good looking, but if your character is nothing to write home about, people become scared of associating with you. Do we still say she is beautiful? For me, she is just “good-looking” because she doesn’t possess the qualities that will make me term her beautiful.
For me, the beauty I see in people is the character they possess in them. It might be their decency, their generosity, their cheerful nature and their intelligence. If you are good-looking and you don’t possess these qualities, I don’t believe you are worth being termed beautiful. What is the consequentiality of a beautiful tree if it yields no fruit from it? This can however be likened to the human situation. What is beauty without decency? What is beauty without morality? What is beauty without intelligence? What is beauty without mannerism? Why waste much time trying to impress through the physical, when it will still fade away? Yes! You might be beautiful, but mind you, what scares or keeps people around you is your character not your good-looking nature. Your good-looking nature might attract them, but what keeps them or scares them away is your character.
Life, I would say, is a journey of building. What we build today is what we shall reap: if we build on our beauty, that we shall reap; but, if we build on thing that lies within us, we are definitely threading on the right part. One simple message I have been trying to pass with this article, is: beauty is an attraction that leads to mental, spiritual, moral and educational development. For if beauty cannot achieve these, it is not beauty, but, “good-looking.”

I intending writing a book before the end of 2013...currently, i have a tittle for my book
and a perfect message i want to convey to the people around me, but i always get stock trying to assemble my story line in a vivid and coherent form.If i may ask, how best should i approach my book project to enable me come out with a book that relates to the society? What method should i apply to enable me have a consistent storyline? what really should i do to make my aspiration a reality? how do i go about this dream? i really need your advice because the more i get inspired the more confused i become; sometimes it seems like i can never achieve this aspiration of mine...What do i do? your candid advice is greatly needed.

Ai

I am suggesting it should be strictly Nigerian books and few foreign books; we could even promote books written by nairalanders, by this we get to encourage others to work hard...anyway am in for this.

Reading voraciously really helps...that is one sure way i get my inspiration.

“ENEMY OF PROGRESS”
There is one reoccurring term that has become a national anthem in our day to day life. I find the application of this term deceptive and misleading; however, I do not doubt or dispute the genuity of this cliché, but rather, I find its use and application derogatory and hypocritical. What pains me most is the fact that: the orchestrator’s and master- minders of act that militates to the use of this term seem to be the regular patronizers of this term. Sometimes, one would only but wonder why the lion would kill the antelope, and claim that the antelope’s brutality is the reason for his misfortune. Some individuals might find my article opprobrious, but, that does not erase the realistic existentiality of my article.
It was this cold breezy morning, I was still in a state of unconscious deludism; when suddenly I was interrupted by the ravaging sound of Mr. Jumbo’s stereo set: “tile tile make I nak u akpako” the song explosively jingled from his room…it became an addictive habit for jumbo to welcome us to the wee hours of every new day with his favorite music track: akpako by terry g. When we first noticed this nuiscanic attitude, we all felt the music was played in error; but it became very obvious to us that we were wrong after all-Mr. jumbo even escalated our frustrated state by playing his favorite song, when everyone was deep asleep. Mrs. Kush kush became soo infuriated by her neighbor’s disturbing attitude, and then reported him to the landlord. The landlord made it very clear to her that he had no business meddling with the affairs of his tenant…Mrs. Kush kush had even threatened to sue Mr. jumbo to court: “I don call my brother for London tell am everything wey this mumu man dey do us for this compound , him come tell me say make I sue am for public disturbance” she whispered to mama kufre-inquisitive mama kufre needed to clear her doubt: “your brother dey obodo oyibo?” she exclaimed, “yes now!” with expression of disbelief on mama kufre’s face she said, “but you no tel me now? Ok wetin he dey do for there?” Mrs. Kush kush angrily retorted: “he dey go school ,he say he dey study zoology and when him come back to Nigeria he go become judge.”
Mr. Jumbo’s dj-ric attitude had a positive impact on my daily schedule; I need not set my alarm to be alerted that it was morning. After a horrific interruption by Mr. jumbo’s philanthropic gesture, I lackadaisically stood up from my bed, acting like I needed some assistance to stand erect…I eventually got my both foot on the ground and raised my both hands up, forming a v shape, and then twisting my neck to the left and right position…there was great need to indulge in little exercise to ease off my body state. After I was through, I calmly walked to the parlor and switched on the control box of my electrical appliances. When I had successfully powered my television set, I tuned my TV set to Amala broadcasting network. Immediately my attention was caught by the news headline: “INDICTED MINISTER, JUSTICE HONOURABLE SENATOR GOVERNOR PRESIDENT PDP, FOUND GUILT FOR THE EMBEZZLEMENT OF 1.2 THRILLION NAIRA FROM THE NATIONS TRESUERY, BUT WILL BE RELEASED ON BAIL.”
It was on the first of August 2012, the members of “Rock of ages carpenter Apostolic salvation church had all converge at their Abuja headquarter to have their usual Sunday service; People from different works of life had graced this occasion to support the church in their ongoing project. The service started by 9am with the opening prayer, followed by other stipulated programs. The period the whole congregation had been waiting for eventually came, and when it came, the congregation had already spent two hours in the church. “My dear brothers and sisters, today is the day we all have been waiting for; the day God has decided to escalate and carter pot us to a position we never expected; the day God has decided to remove every “enemy of progress” from your life; the day God destined to destroy all the negative forces conglomerating against your success…but note: it comes with a price” the Yoruba accented charismatic preacher, holy ghost minister Mush Mush prophesied. As usual the reaction of the congregation was very lifting and high spirited: some individuals were jumping, while others were moving their head and shouting as if they have been inebriated by alcohol. “ You have to give to God generously without restrain…my life has been a reflection of Gods blessing, and that is why I always tell people: what I gave, I have; what I spent I had; what I kept , I lost” holy ghost minister Mush Mush proclaimed. “ If you want the ministration of God to manifest in your life, quickly come out now and give to God generously” he said. Immediately, large number of people flocked out as if they were waiting to board an air bound flight.
At the front line stood a heavily built man, putting on a “na my money” caftan…his body make up looked soo rich: his cheek was as big as his head. He possessed a very big pot belly, the kind I would liken to that of an elephant. The microphone was eventually handed to the man, by holy ghost minister Mush Mush…with the mic glued to the man’s mouth, he looked around the church building as if he was searching for someone, and then shouted “ pleaseeee da rod” and the congregation responded “ alleluia” with great expression of vigor on his face, he shouted again “ plaiseeee plaisee plaise da rod” and the congregation followed suit “ ahhh ahhh alleluia”….the man then moved a little bit with some form of gait and eventually spoke up: “ God has bressed me soo massively, he has given me the best cars and the best people to work around me, and spur me to greatness. I don’t rack anything I need because, God has been their for me; he has also stood by me during this trying time…for that, I have lessolve to elect a gigantic church worth one billion dollars; the biggest ever in the histoly of this country” before he could finish, the church was enveloped with explosive shout of joy-the pastors were all jumping like little children hoping to get hold of the unseen. The euphoric state of the church is one that I lack words to express. The congregation couldn’t just contain their joy. “ But I have one problem” he said. “ some ‘enemy of progress’ are fighting to see that I fall; they are working soo hard to see that me and my friends do not succeed.” The whole church was immediately wrapped with silence and tranquility, as a result of his last statement…for me the reverse was the case: I was still in a hysterical state, when suddenly it beckoned on me that the donor was familiar after all; I strained my eyes to be sure of this sudden excruciating revelation. He was no other person than : minister justice honorable senator governor president PDP, who had just been found guilt for the embezzlement of 1.2 trillion naira from the countries treasury. I felt a great rancor running through my blood spine. I was immediately galvanized by a rebelic feeling…I couldn’t control my state; I became absolutely obsequisive to this feeling…I just felt like walking to the podium where the man whose forceful incursion into power had yielded no positive fruit, and give him a resounding slap; but this conception was too big for me to carry: I felt a slight feeling of quail running through my body, but it made no difference, because I had resolved to do something emphatic to curtail the quagmatic direction this beast was leading us to.
Minister, justice honorable senator governor president PDP seemed to be in a state of Trans; he was heavily prepared to make sure that all the “enemy of progress” orchestrating his down fall, be expelled today-he began to move his head up down, up down; clasping his both hands together, and kicking the empty air with his both legs “ I want you all to stand up this day, and join me to rebuke all the “enemy of progress” working against my down fall…he had barely completed his statement, when I scurred forward, snatched a microphone from one of the usher, and explosively shouted: “SHOT UP YOU FOOLISH OLD POLITICIAN THIEF.”
By
Diyoke, Samuel peter
Email:samdiyoke@gmail.com