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The Red Rope Story

The parable narrated hereafter is based on true events which happened sometime one afternoon somewhere in Central Nigeria. A lot of Maggi and
Pepper has been added for the edification and education of your soul on some burning Nigerian issues.

Note: All the children in my street are under my jurisdiction to correct, discipline and guide along the path of glory.

It happened that this afternoon as I was standing at the threshold of my father's house a group of young lads came to me. I noticed that two of them
were contesting the ownership of a red rope. I looked at them with compassion as I asked
"What is the bone of contention?"
"This rope belongs to my family, he wants to take it" said a chap with prominent front teeth like
mine.
"Yes but he destroyed my torch so it's only fair that I posses this rope" said his contestant.

Both still held tightly to the rope.
I must admit that both had come to buy something from me :-D As soon as we were done with business I proceeded to solve the deadlock and resolve the impasse.

After another round of tales with a lot of
unnecessary details. I resolved to let them solve their differences by themselves. I extolled the virtues of peace and denounced violence and told
them that fighting never solves anything. I further counted unto them the profits of peace and tranquillity. After saying a lot of noble things about
peace I charged them to depart in peace.

Not long afterwards, there was a voice CRYING in the distance "give me my rope, give me my rope".

Peace hardly thrives in the absence of Justice. Most of the conflicts that are biting us in the behind today arose because there was no Justice carried out when the crisis began. The government always shies away from carrying out justice instead all you hear is the government begging everyone to live in peace. Where there is justice,
offenders will be charged as they commit crimes without the need for revenge attacks by the victims. People will see the courts as the way to
go if there are disputes on land.

I think that is the end of my story. You can now
change your style.

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