8 November 2024

Of The Lucky and The Gifted and How They Take Life for Granted, -By Abdulwarees Solanke

*Photo: Abdulwarees Solanke*

For privileged people, life is good. They have the Midas touch. Everything they tap turns gold.

When they take to soccer, they are dazzling. At the soapbox, they are amazing speakers with wide followership as vote sweepers any day. In music and theatre, they are matchless in talents.

In the classroom as scholars, or the laboratory as researchers, in exam or writing, they are the best as first class brains.

In anything and in any field of life,  they are always the best hands available.

High in society, we call them the elites club or the privileged class, men and women of taste and grandeur. Their call cards open gates anywhere.

We praise them and sing their glory and fame, praying to be like them when we call on God.

They are the mighty, the honoured, the rich, or the game changer anywhere they reach or any scene they appear. 

Their names we use when we seek favours from others because they are the best in the eyes of the world.

The amazing thing, but this  is very unfortunate, is that in spite of their eminence, many in this favoured league are lacking in peace of the soul or  purity of heart, robbed of intellect and discernment, or excellence of character.

Their homes often are theatres of the absurd while tales flying about them, sizzling and salacious, are anything but inspiringa; usually, woeful tales of indiscretions.

Therefore, when many of them die, it is in infamy, shrouded in controversies.

So, they say the rich also cry. The rich also cry?

How can these favoured or  blessed and gifted or talented nurture wounds at heart to end life in sadness and not joy?

How could they have made so much fame in life and lacked a name or honour in the end?

Why should people curse or hiss when such mighty people die and their loss not mourned?

In my *Reflections until FAJR*, I found that  the majority of them lived lives of perfidy while alive. They were slaves of their gifts, talents, without acknowledging the source, which is God.

This is where the misfortune of many of the favoured ones lies. Ingrates, they are mostly as they saw themselves as demigods, arrogating to themselves infallibility. They are blind.

Yet, among this privileged class are called the Men of Letters, the intelligentsia, who should be the sage of their world wielding tremendous influence in the society.

To this class I addressed my concern some ten ⁷years ago about the guidance they provide and the evils they spread when I penned an article concerning this Best Men’s Club in my *Mirror of the Moment* column in the *National Mirror* then:

First, where do they operate? They are in the classroom as teachers, lecturers, and professors teaching the younger generation.

They are in the media as writers, journalists, producers, presenters , and anchors setting public agenda.

They stand on the pulpit and the mimbars as imams, sheikhs, bishops, pastors, and general overseers preaching godliness with scriptural exhortations.

They are part of the larger civil society campaigning for freedoms and the defence of human rights.

They are in government, as occupants of executive officers, and as the representatives of the electorate in the city councils or sitting in the hallowed chambers of the legislative assemblies.

They hold high cabinet offices or function as influential technocrats  in public service.

They are members of the
arar and the bench as interpreters of the law or dispensers of justice in the courts of law.

They are the ideologues, philosophers, and the intellectuals of our age who are held in very high esteem and whose words and views are held sacrosanct.

From this lot, we expect our world to be well-ordered because they are the rulers of the society and rulers of the minds of the rulers.

Through them, we expect life to be enhanced for the less privileged. But somehow, our world gets more chaotic and problematic in spite of them.

Today, many of them are vanguards of perversion and apostles of apostasy.

They no longer provide guidance but would rather corrupt wisdom.

They are failing and disappointing in their discharge of public and godly trust, often justifying godlessness and compromising the spirituality of man.

When I reflected on the unfortunate end of many of the highly cerebral and creative minds whose works in writings, arts, music, theatre, inventions orp innovation are evergreen or masterpieces, this reality that I personally found humbling was expressed in a poem titled *Helplessness of the Gifted – Elegy for Wasted Stars*  in my unpublished poetry collection:

How many stars has the world seen                                                                                                    soar in splendour to sink a-sorrow? 
                                                                                                              Souls searching for peace,
factories of masterpieces, shredded to pieces
                                                                                           Chest of ideas with wide followers                                                                                 lacking in our Lord’s fellowship

In many homes and  million’s heart alive

Their words and works, as scriptures evergreen                                                                                                                               

In troubled minds, enduring                                                                      mending broken hearts,                                                                                                                                   
piecing shattered homes                                                                                                                   
With sweet sensation and flowery singspiration

Yet  orphans without helpers in their own desperation                                                                                

Millions, they give inspiration
but powerless over own fame, affluence, and ambition

Falcons are they so graceful, soaring so colourful                                                                            though deaf to the falconer’s Whistle                                                                                                           

Driven by passion for laurels and  blitz,                                                                                                                                   
Feed on glitz, glamour, and paparazzi   
                                                                                          soon are downed by pride and power to die straitened pauper

In search of celebration,                                                                                                                                                        Embark on perdition,                                                                                                                                       
Indulging in immolation
in cocktails of coke and cannabis

In fullness of adoration                                                                                                                                   
are empty of inspiration                                                                                                    
Fail at rehabilitation

As things fell apart,                                                                                                                                     
In giddiness of their godlessness                                                                   Betraying senselessness and recklessness                                                                                                       
end in loneliness and helplessness

Finding no peace or succour                                                                                                                           in the open arms of our creator                                                                                               

In vain are mourners’ lamentation                                                                                                           

For these divas and dazzlers                                                                                                                                                                               drugged to desperation and depression                                                                                                         

Diamonds dragged to destruction

Weep not for this class of the gifted
The favoured ever so ungrateful                                                                                                                        In their life journey yet so blissful

The antidote to the misfortune of the gifted is an attitude of gratitude and humility when one is at his height.

For the struggling to save themselves from the desperation and depression or the tragedy and misfortune of the gifted is to acquire strength in faith, hope, patience and contentment in the Most High God,  Knower of the Unseen, even gratitude and penitence towards Him when life seems challenging.
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There lies our Peace and Richness, our tranquillity and satisfaction, not taking life for granted as many gifted and lucky ones who ended life desolate and sad.

*Abdulwarees. a Fellow of the Chartered Institute of Public Diplomacy & Management is the 2007 Commonwealth Broadcasting Association scholar in Public Policy at the Universiti Brunei Darussalam and Deputy Director/Head, Strategic Planning & Corporate Development Department, Voice of Nigeria ,                                     korewarith@yahoo.com,                                                            08090585723

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