The Abandoned Mess
“They castigated the leader,
absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler’s burden to rectify.
Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.”
Author: David Oletu (DCM)
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The Abandoned Mess
![The Abandoned Mess
They castigated the leader, absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler's burden to rectify. Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.
Author: David Oletu (DCM)
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The Abandoned Mess
On the forsaken street, a tapestry of trash and turmoil unfolded—a grotesque mosaic of human neglect.
Heaps of detritus—a noxious medley of shattered glass, cigarette butts, and withered leaves—lay strewn about like a mourner's lament.
Rotten food, once sustenance for life, now festering and foul, mingled with discarded papers with written words of wisdom and solutions that now became lost to the wind.
And amidst this squalor were the faeces of humans and beasts alike, a vile testament to the street's abandonment.
As passersby navigated this foul landscape, their voices rose in dismay and disgust.
"Who will clean up this mess?" they cried, their words echoing off the sullied walls.
"Let those who caused this mess come and clean it up, ooooo,” others retorted, with their faces twisted in scorn.
Yet the street remained a monument to neglect, a reflection of humanity's disregard for its own surroundings.
The Abandoned Mess
The trash and filth continued to accumulate, a seemingly insurmountable problem, as the voices of discontent faded into the distance.
As the rotten stench from the mess wafted through the air, another group of passersby wrinkled their noses in distaste.
"Hmmm, disgusting! What a mess!" they exclaimed before hastening away with hands clasped over their noses, leaving the foul landscape untouched.
Meanwhile, a new wave of critics emerged, their voices laced with indignation.
"The leader is utterly irresponsible!" they declared.
"The entire vicinity is in disarray, yet all they can do is sit upon their throne, revelling in our hard-earned resources!"
They castigated the leader, absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler's burden to rectify.
Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.
As the street's degradation continued unabated, another group of individuals callously added to the detritus;
their actions were a stark testament to their lack of regard for the community.
When confronted, they shrugged off responsibility with a nonchalant attitude, citing the actions of others as justification for their own behaviour.
"After all, others do it, so why can't we?" they retorted, their voices dripping with a sense of resigned fatalism.
"We can't beat them, so we might as well join them."
With this bleak philosophy, they continued to litter, perpetuating the cycle of neglect and indifference that had become the street's defining characteristic.
Their excuse was a pitiful attempt to absolve themselves of accountability,
which only served to further entrench the street's reputation as a symbol of communal apathy, where the unbridled actions of individuals superseded the greater good.
And so, the street remained, a festering wound, a testament to the power of collective indifference, where the actions of a few were perpetuated by the inaction of many.
Then came again a young graduate searching for a job, who gazed upon the dirt with disdain.
He didn't want to sully his hands by clearing the filth and instead continued his job search, frustrated and disillusioned.
"The government can't even create good jobs for us," he lamented, oblivious to the irony that stared him in the face.
The dirt, a problem that required collective action, could have been his solution.
By taking responsibility and clearing the filth, he could have created a job for himself and improved his community.
But he chose to blame the government, perpetuating the cycle of apathy.
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you. Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them. It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
The Abandoned Mess
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The people's prayers, though well-intentioned, became a convenient excuse for their own apathy.
They forgot that true devotion lies not in words alone but in deeds that accompany them.
1 Corinthians 10:12 KJV
[12] Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
https://bible.com/bible/1/1co.10.12.KJV
The street, a reflection of their collective apathy, remained a blighted landscape, a monument to the power of neglect and the perils of unchecked faith.
For in the absence of tangible action, even the most fervent prayers can become mere whispers into the void.
Meanwhile, the leader at the top remained oblivious to the chaos unfolding beneath his feet.
His focus was solely on distributing revenue to the other leaders at the grassroots, a gesture of goodwill that only served to further entrench the cycle of neglect.
He never bothered to investigate the reports of squalor and disarray, dismissing them as mere rumours or exaggerations.
When the people, fed up with the conditions, approached the grassroots leaders with their grievances, they were met with a dismissive wave of the hand.
"Go and ask them," the grassroots leaders would say, deflecting responsibility with a nonchalant shrug.
The "them" referred to, of course, was the leader at the top, a figure distant and detached from the realities of the street.
And so, the buck was passed—a never-ending cycle of deflection and denial, as the leader at the top, remained sheltered from the truth,
and the grassroots leaders continued to reap the benefits of their positions, all while the street languished in its own filth.
The people caught in the middle were left to suffer the consequences of a system that seemed designed to fail them.
The people knew that the grassroots leaders were referring them to the top leader,
but they also knew that approaching the top leader was an impossible task.
The top leader was surrounded by a phalanx of stern-faced, heavily armed soldiers and bouncers, who guarded him with a ferocity that bordered on fanaticism.
Who were they—mere ordinary citizens—to dare approach the top leader?
They were nobodies, their rights trampled upon, their voices silenced by the very people who were supposed to serve them.
The truth was, that some of the grassroots leaders and government workers were more interested in lining their own pockets than in serving the people.
They were the ones who had failed to implement the top leader's initiatives, choosing instead to embezzle funds and perpetuate the cycle of corruption.
The Abandoned Mess
The people felt helpless, trapped in a system that seemed designed to keep them at bay.
They were forced to watch from afar as some of the grassroots leaders and government workers destroyed the efforts of the top leader, who seemed oblivious to the corruption unfolding beneath him.
The people's grievances remained unaddressed, their voices unheard, as the corrupt officials continued to exploit them, using the top leader's name to justify their actions.
As the blame game continued, with no one willing to take responsibility, the street's putrid state reached a tipping point.
The dirt, now a breeding ground for pests, became a magnet for rats, flies, mosquitoes, and other disease-carrying insects.
Maggots writhed in the rotten food, feasting on the filth. Rats scurried! Mosquitoes buzzed!
For these creatures, the dirt was a bounty, a source of sustenance and survival. But their delight came at a terrible cost.
As they multiplied, they became vectors of disease, carrying the dirt's toxic legacy into every home.
They spread their contaminated touch, leaving a trail of sickness and death in their wake.
The people who had once ignored the dirt's presence now felt its full fury.
The insects and maggots, once mere nuisances, had become harbingers of mortality.
The street, once a symbol of neglect, had become a conduit for death itself.
The dirt, now a living, breathing entity, seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, spewing forth its toxic spawn into the world.
The people, realising too late the horror they had unleashed, were powerless to stop it.
The dirt had become a plague, a reckoning for their collective apathy.
The Abandoned Mess
Lesson:
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you.
Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them.
It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
Stop using excuses to justify what is wrong, thus creating and giving room for more mess to humanity.
It is better corrected earlier from the grassroots before it gets too late.
Also Read: Have you ever met an angry Christian? - Diademng (thediademng.org)
The Abandoned Mess](https://thediademng.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/The-Abandoned-Mess-1-1-300x300.jpg)
On the forsaken street, a tapestry of trash and turmoil unfolded—a grotesque mosaic of human neglect.
Heaps of detritus—a noxious medley of shattered glass, cigarette butts, and withered leaves—lay strewn about like a mourner’s lament.
Rotten food, once sustenance for life, now festering and foul, mingled with discarded papers with written words of wisdom and solutions that now became lost to the wind.
And amidst this squalor were the faeces of humans and beasts alike, a vile testament to the street’s abandonment.
As passersby navigated this foul landscape, their voices rose in dismay and disgust.
“Who will clean up this mess?” they cried, their words echoing off the sullied walls.
“Let those who caused this mess come and clean it up, ooooo,” others retorted, with their faces twisted in scorn.
Yet the street remained a monument to neglect, a reflection of humanity’s disregard for its own surroundings.
The Abandoned Mess
The trash and filth continued to accumulate, a seemingly insurmountable problem, as the voices of discontent faded into the distance.
As the rotten stench from the mess wafted through the air, another group of passersby wrinkled their noses in distaste.
“Hmmm, disgusting! What a mess!” they exclaimed before hastening away with hands clasped over their noses, leaving the foul landscape untouched.
Meanwhile, a new wave of critics emerged, their voices laced with indignation.
“The leader is utterly irresponsible!” they declared.
“The entire vicinity is in disarray, yet all they can do is sit upon their throne, revelling in our hard-earned resources!”
They castigated the leader, absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler’s burden to rectify.
Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.
As the street’s degradation continued unabated, another group of individuals callously added to the detritus;
their actions were a stark testament to their lack of regard for the community.
When confronted, they shrugged off responsibility with a nonchalant attitude,
citing the actions of others as justification for their own behaviour.
“After all, others do it, so why can’t we?” they retorted, their voices dripping with a sense of resigned fatalism.
“We can’t beat them, so we might as well join them.”
With this bleak philosophy, they continued to litter,
perpetuating the cycle of neglect and indifference that had become the street’s defining characteristic.
Their excuse was a pitiful attempt to absolve themselves of accountability,
which only served to further entrench the street’s reputation as a symbol of communal apathy,
where the unbridled actions of individuals superseded the greater good.
And so, the street remained, a festering wound,
a testament to the power of collective indifference, where the actions of a few were perpetuated by the inaction of many.
Then came again a young graduate searching for a job, who gazed upon the dirt with disdain.
He didn’t want to sully his hands by clearing the filth and instead continued his job search, frustrated and disillusioned.
“The government can’t even create good jobs for us,” he lamented, oblivious to the irony that stared him in the face.
The dirt, a problem that required collective action, could have been his solution.
By taking responsibility and clearing the filth, he could have created a job for himself and improved his community.
But he chose to blame the government, perpetuating the cycle of apathy.
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you. Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them.
It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
The Abandoned Mess
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The people’s prayers, though well-intentioned, became a convenient excuse for their own apathy.
They forgot that true devotion lies not in words alone but in deeds that accompany them.
1 Corinthians 10:12 KJV
[12] Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
The street, a reflection of their collective apathy, remained a blighted landscape, a monument to the power of neglect and the perils of unchecked faith.
![The Abandoned Mess
They castigated the leader, absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler's burden to rectify. Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.
Author: David Oletu (DCM)
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The Abandoned Mess
On the forsaken street, a tapestry of trash and turmoil unfolded—a grotesque mosaic of human neglect.
Heaps of detritus—a noxious medley of shattered glass, cigarette butts, and withered leaves—lay strewn about like a mourner's lament.
Rotten food, once sustenance for life, now festering and foul, mingled with discarded papers with written words of wisdom and solutions that now became lost to the wind.
And amidst this squalor were the faeces of humans and beasts alike, a vile testament to the street's abandonment.
As passersby navigated this foul landscape, their voices rose in dismay and disgust.
"Who will clean up this mess?" they cried, their words echoing off the sullied walls.
"Let those who caused this mess come and clean it up, ooooo,” others retorted, with their faces twisted in scorn.
Yet the street remained a monument to neglect, a reflection of humanity's disregard for its own surroundings.
The Abandoned Mess
The trash and filth continued to accumulate, a seemingly insurmountable problem, as the voices of discontent faded into the distance.
As the rotten stench from the mess wafted through the air, another group of passersby wrinkled their noses in distaste.
"Hmmm, disgusting! What a mess!" they exclaimed before hastening away with hands clasped over their noses, leaving the foul landscape untouched.
Meanwhile, a new wave of critics emerged, their voices laced with indignation.
"The leader is utterly irresponsible!" they declared.
"The entire vicinity is in disarray, yet all they can do is sit upon their throne, revelling in our hard-earned resources!"
They castigated the leader, absolving themselves of any responsibility as if the mess was solely the ruler's burden to rectify.
Thus, the blame game persisted, with each group shirking accountability, leaving the street to languish in its squalid state.
As the street's degradation continued unabated, another group of individuals callously added to the detritus;
their actions were a stark testament to their lack of regard for the community.
When confronted, they shrugged off responsibility with a nonchalant attitude, citing the actions of others as justification for their own behaviour.
"After all, others do it, so why can't we?" they retorted, their voices dripping with a sense of resigned fatalism.
"We can't beat them, so we might as well join them."
With this bleak philosophy, they continued to litter, perpetuating the cycle of neglect and indifference that had become the street's defining characteristic.
Their excuse was a pitiful attempt to absolve themselves of accountability,
which only served to further entrench the street's reputation as a symbol of communal apathy, where the unbridled actions of individuals superseded the greater good.
And so, the street remained, a festering wound, a testament to the power of collective indifference, where the actions of a few were perpetuated by the inaction of many.
Then came again a young graduate searching for a job, who gazed upon the dirt with disdain.
He didn't want to sully his hands by clearing the filth and instead continued his job search, frustrated and disillusioned.
"The government can't even create good jobs for us," he lamented, oblivious to the irony that stared him in the face.
The dirt, a problem that required collective action, could have been his solution.
By taking responsibility and clearing the filth, he could have created a job for himself and improved his community.
But he chose to blame the government, perpetuating the cycle of apathy.
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you. Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them. It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
The Abandoned Mess
The religious leaders and their followers, too, joined the chorus of blame-shifting, seeking to absolve themselves of responsibility.
Under the guise of piety, they organised all-night prayer vigils, imploring God to miraculously cleanse the street of its detritus.
They fervently prayed eyes closed, hands clasped, and voices raised, yet forgot the fundamental truth: ‘Faith without action is futile.’
As they prayed, the dirt remained.
The people's prayers, though well-intentioned, became a convenient excuse for their own apathy.
They forgot that true devotion lies not in words alone but in deeds that accompany them.
1 Corinthians 10:12 KJV
[12] Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
https://bible.com/bible/1/1co.10.12.KJV
The street, a reflection of their collective apathy, remained a blighted landscape, a monument to the power of neglect and the perils of unchecked faith.
For in the absence of tangible action, even the most fervent prayers can become mere whispers into the void.
Meanwhile, the leader at the top remained oblivious to the chaos unfolding beneath his feet.
His focus was solely on distributing revenue to the other leaders at the grassroots, a gesture of goodwill that only served to further entrench the cycle of neglect.
He never bothered to investigate the reports of squalor and disarray, dismissing them as mere rumours or exaggerations.
When the people, fed up with the conditions, approached the grassroots leaders with their grievances, they were met with a dismissive wave of the hand.
"Go and ask them," the grassroots leaders would say, deflecting responsibility with a nonchalant shrug.
The "them" referred to, of course, was the leader at the top, a figure distant and detached from the realities of the street.
And so, the buck was passed—a never-ending cycle of deflection and denial, as the leader at the top, remained sheltered from the truth,
and the grassroots leaders continued to reap the benefits of their positions, all while the street languished in its own filth.
The people caught in the middle were left to suffer the consequences of a system that seemed designed to fail them.
The people knew that the grassroots leaders were referring them to the top leader,
but they also knew that approaching the top leader was an impossible task.
The top leader was surrounded by a phalanx of stern-faced, heavily armed soldiers and bouncers, who guarded him with a ferocity that bordered on fanaticism.
Who were they—mere ordinary citizens—to dare approach the top leader?
They were nobodies, their rights trampled upon, their voices silenced by the very people who were supposed to serve them.
The truth was, that some of the grassroots leaders and government workers were more interested in lining their own pockets than in serving the people.
They were the ones who had failed to implement the top leader's initiatives, choosing instead to embezzle funds and perpetuate the cycle of corruption.
The Abandoned Mess
The people felt helpless, trapped in a system that seemed designed to keep them at bay.
They were forced to watch from afar as some of the grassroots leaders and government workers destroyed the efforts of the top leader, who seemed oblivious to the corruption unfolding beneath him.
The people's grievances remained unaddressed, their voices unheard, as the corrupt officials continued to exploit them, using the top leader's name to justify their actions.
As the blame game continued, with no one willing to take responsibility, the street's putrid state reached a tipping point.
The dirt, now a breeding ground for pests, became a magnet for rats, flies, mosquitoes, and other disease-carrying insects.
Maggots writhed in the rotten food, feasting on the filth. Rats scurried! Mosquitoes buzzed!
For these creatures, the dirt was a bounty, a source of sustenance and survival. But their delight came at a terrible cost.
As they multiplied, they became vectors of disease, carrying the dirt's toxic legacy into every home.
They spread their contaminated touch, leaving a trail of sickness and death in their wake.
The people who had once ignored the dirt's presence now felt its full fury.
The insects and maggots, once mere nuisances, had become harbingers of mortality.
The street, once a symbol of neglect, had become a conduit for death itself.
The dirt, now a living, breathing entity, seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, spewing forth its toxic spawn into the world.
The people, realising too late the horror they had unleashed, were powerless to stop it.
The dirt had become a plague, a reckoning for their collective apathy.
The Abandoned Mess
Lesson:
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you.
Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them.
It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
Stop using excuses to justify what is wrong, thus creating and giving room for more mess to humanity.
It is better corrected earlier from the grassroots before it gets too late.
Also Read: Have you ever met an angry Christian? - Diademng (thediademng.org)
The Abandoned Mess](https://thediademng.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/The-Abandoned-Mess--300x300.jpg)
For in the absence of tangible action, even the most fervent prayers can become mere whispers into the void.
Meanwhile, the leader at the top remained oblivious to the chaos unfolding beneath his feet.
His focus was solely on distributing revenue to the other leaders at the grassroots,
a gesture of goodwill that only served to further entrench the cycle of neglect.
He never bothered to investigate the reports of squalor and disarray, dismissing them as mere rumours or exaggerations.
When the people, fed up with the conditions, approached the grassroots leaders with their grievances,
they were met with a dismissive wave of the hand.
“Go and ask them,” the grassroots leaders would say, deflecting responsibility with a nonchalant shrug.
The “them” referred to, of course, was the leader at the top, a figure distant and detached from the realities of the street.
And so, the buck was passed—a never-ending cycle of deflection and denial, as the leader at the top, remained sheltered from the truth,
and the grassroots leaders continued to reap the benefits of their positions, all while the street languished in its own filth.
The people caught in the middle were left to suffer the consequences of a system that seemed designed to fail them.
The people knew that the grassroots leaders were referring them to the top leader,
but they also knew that approaching the top leader was an impossible task.
The top leader was surrounded by a phalanx of stern-faced, heavily armed soldiers and bouncers,
who guarded him with a ferocity that bordered on fanaticism.
Who were they—mere ordinary citizens—to dare approach the top leader?
They were nobodies, their rights trampled upon, their voices silenced by the very people who were supposed to serve them.
The truth was, that some of the grassroots leaders and government workers were more interested in lining their own pockets than in serving the people.
They were the ones who had failed to implement the top leader’s initiatives,
choosing instead to embezzle funds and perpetuate the cycle of corruption.
The Abandoned Mess
The people felt helpless, trapped in a system that seemed designed to keep them at bay.
They were forced to watch from afar as some of the grassroots leaders and government workers destroyed the efforts of the top leader,
who seemed oblivious to the corruption unfolding beneath him.
The people’s grievances remained unaddressed,
their voices unheard, as the corrupt officials continued to exploit them, using the top leader’s name to justify their actions.
As the blame game continued, with no one willing to take responsibility, the street’s putrid state reached a tipping point.
The dirt, now a breeding ground for pests, became a magnet for rats, flies, mosquitoes, and other disease-carrying insects.
Maggots writhed in the rotten food, feasting on the filth. Rats scurried! Mosquitoes buzzed!
For these creatures, the dirt was a bounty, a source of sustenance and survival. But their delight came at a terrible cost.
As they multiplied, they became vectors of disease, carrying the dirt’s toxic legacy into every home.
They spread their contaminated touch, leaving a trail of sickness and death in their wake.
The people who had once ignored the dirt’s presence now felt its full fury.
The insects and maggots, once mere nuisances, had become harbingers of mortality.
The street, once a symbol of neglect, had become a conduit for death itself.
The dirt, now a living, breathing entity, seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, spewing forth its toxic spawn into the world.
The people, realising too late the horror they had unleashed, were powerless to stop it.
The dirt had become a plague, a reckoning for their collective apathy.
The Abandoned Mess
Lesson:
Stop being ignorant of the wrongs and vices around you.
Whatever you see that is wrong, even as a citizen or leader, correct them.
It is not a one-man duty, but everyone’s duty to create the positive change they want to see.
Stop using excuses to justify what is wrong, thus creating and giving room for more mess to humanity.
It is better corrected earlier from the grassroots before it gets too late.
Also Read: Have you ever met an angry Christian? – Diademng (thediademng.org)
The Abandoned Mess
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