The world today referred to as a global village. In the context of our understanding of a village especially in the African society,
everything therein is closely knit. It was thus not just a daily ritual but an obligation to check on ones neighbours first thing at dawn and exchange pleasantries. Women greeted each other in high girly pitches across low bamboo walls inquiring about everyone and whatnots.
The men folks walked over, shook hands, sat together and helped clear the remaining palm wine from the last night. This was done early in the day before the day’s businesses. The community looked out for each other. Today in the 21st century, our world has grown smaller, bridged by science and technology but alas we have drifted far apart. In our modern world, we have built taller fences
and engaged armed guards.
Our humanity is dying, and dying fast. Today, we only mostly care on BIRTHDAYS. On that one day, 
calls and messages flood the place then what? This one-day-a-year care is so caring friends have continued to send goodwill messages to a friend who died and was interred two years back. Our humanity is dying. In Africa we say: when a man wants to scratch his back, he goes to his fellow man but animals rub against a tree. As the sun sets tonight, call a brother man, wish him well and pray for peace. As the sun rises anew tomorrow, call a sister, ask after her good and all. Call someone. Spread some care. That’s how humans do.
MAY THE YOUNG HEART NEVER GROW OLD!!!
---Chukwu Agwu
