Lying on my bed, And waking up with a start.. A thought crept into my mind So creepy and powerful.. "Have you gone to the video worship centre..?" it says. Then i, mumbling about a forgotten programme, Walked down the aisle to the sitting room.. Standing before me, prominently displayed is...the great educator.. The TELEVISION. Oh! Television.. you centre around my world.. you teach me what to say, How to dress and how to eat I sit down daily before you, paying my obeisance to you. You show flashy role models.. All dressed with violence You are entangled with the ropes of sexual pervasion.. You engulf me with lyrics of songs that brings eternal damnation to my soul... You give me ideas of what i should look like.. You show me images of vulgarity. Infact, i am your mirror.. The perfect student of my Television.. Watching you everyday, I get the conclusion that violence, sexual gratification and juvenile delinquency are acceptable societal norms. This, of course brings conflict to my soul.. I am no longer who i ought to be.. I am caught between imitation and trying to be myself.. I am tired.... I am confused... This is my cry, the heart rending tears of a teenager.. But then, where are my parent? The great educators employed by God.. They have left their duty post! They have gone on a strike! They have deserted the God-given orchard...ME. Parents..you are the original Television created by God for me.. I want to build my destiny on the godly movies that i watch in you.. Be the T.V programmes in my life.. BE MY TELEVISION!..
By Strive Masiyiwa A few weeks ago I went to the doctor. I will tell you what he said about my health at the end, but first read this: Twenty years ago, I arranged to meet a well-known British international businessman who invested a lot in Africa at the time. We agreed to meet for dinner at a leading hotel in London. After a good meeting, we started to walk out of the restaurant when he suddenly collapsed in the lobby. There was total pandemonium as they rushed to get medical assistance. Being London, an ambulance arrived in minutes. I jumped in the back with him as paramedics wrestled to keep him alive. He had had a heart attack and had to have triple bypass heart surgery. Sadly he died a few weeks later. He hadn't been sick and his sudden death surprised everyone. And yet as I reflected on it, and later discussed it with a doctor friend who knew him, I realized he was very laid back about his health despite having a hectic business life. Even during our dinner...
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