The “Plane” truth…..
The flavour of the month is the
bizarre avowal of a suave man of the cloth that the tragic collapse of one of
his buildings was caused by a plane that flew over it. While the rescue team
and sympathisers bowed their heads in respect for the dead and the wounded, the
man stood erect, his gaze skywards, looking to spot the offending plane to
prove he was right. Of course the plane had long gone, but he stood transfixed with
the hope of it coming back. He was on a different plane (level of thought) from
everybody else’s, or if you like, he was on another PLANEt!
He must have believed in the
superiority of the rationality of his own argument, because he kept his eyes
riveted on the skies above his fiefdom, expecting a manifestation of his
version of the event. But that didn’t come to pass. When nobody fell for his
antics he resorted to intimidation and strong-arm tactics……
Why the sermon? A friend’s
remark set it off. After reading this cartoon in the paper on Friday, he called
and said in Yoruba, “Beni ti e ri! O ti le te’nu mo nkan ju!” (Typical! You
don’t ever know when to let go!).“ I reminded him of how long it took the man
in the eye of the storm to let go of his version of what happened to the
building and how he tried to pull the wool over our eyes. Why should I let go?
Why should anyone with conscience or a good sense of justice let go? Why should
the family of the victims let go? Why should the authorities let go? Why should
the public let go?
Why should I let go of my craft?
I hardly let go of any topic that allows me to use artistic license to
explore or extend it. That’s my trademark!
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