"THE SALE OF BIRTHRIGHT AND CRYING WOLF, WHEN THERE IS NONE "
FRACTURED FAMILY
THE SALE OF BIRTHRIGHT AND CRYING WOLF,WHEN THERE IS NONE "
THE SALE OF BIRTHRIGHT AND CRYING WOLF,WHEN THERE IS NONE "
My brother Ikechi, aka Honorable Chris bemoaned his recent state of living, blaming it on the family dynamics. On the contrary, I responded with this write up below;
"With all due respect, Honorable Chris. This prefix: honorable to your name has to be really honorable. Just remain rather very honorable, sir. For the purposes of better understanding and clarity, let us get to the core of the matter.
Our granny knew full well that by birth, you were her son's bona fide first child. Similarly, it was clear that the ancestral land and house would be yours if our father joined his ancestors. It was crystal clear there was no love lost between you and our father. You diligently served him, doing his laundry and ferrying his nourishments from granny to him. You only laundered your clothing with the dirty water after washing his.
He was not a perfect husband or father, but he made amends where necessary, even if viewed as token or cold comfort. My efforts toward reconciliatory initiatives between you and him were met with adamant recalcitrance from you. You believed he would will the Okpuaja(ancestral home)to Stanley, but I corrected you with traditional dictates. You had no interest in inheriting it, due to your frosty relationship with him, and you said you would not return to Egypt. Egypt was your code name for the ancestral homestead, which you portrayed as a symbol of slavery, suffering and bondage.
Granny did not persuade you to disown your birthright; you made that choice after extensive consultations. I pointed out our mom's situation as a married wife in relation to the ancestral homestead, but you ignored my alarms. To correct you, our mom was not ousted or ejected by anyone but your ill-fated decision. Stanley could not be indefinitely displaced by her residency on his portion; he possessed what was rightfully his.
There is no space for emotions here, sir; facts are paramount. I assisted in relocating mom to Avo, but you hindered the effort. Her present location was your creativity, and I intended to help both you and her genuinely, but you kept playing the victim's card. How long will this roller coaster of recycled falsehood run?
Regarding burial arrangements, you were the chief mourner, and I craved your indulgence and cooperation. I have been at your beck and call for the burial rites, and your place as the first son has never been at stake. You were not only being carried along but were also on the driver's seat. Please, do not cry wolf when there is none."
In conclusion, you are the architect of your own fate. Please sir, do not blame it on the positive family dynamics rather on your hubris and unpreparedness to think out of the box. If you do not learn gently, you will learn the hard way.
"With all due respect, Honorable Chris. This prefix: honorable to your name has to be really honorable. Just remain rather very honorable, sir. For the purposes of better understanding and clarity, let us get to the core of the matter.
Our granny knew full well that by birth, you were her son's bona fide first child. Similarly, it was clear that the ancestral land and house would be yours if our father joined his ancestors. It was crystal clear there was no love lost between you and our father. You diligently served him, doing his laundry and ferrying his nourishments from granny to him. You only laundered your clothing with the dirty water after washing his.
He was not a perfect husband or father, but he made amends where necessary, even if viewed as token or cold comfort. My efforts toward reconciliatory initiatives between you and him were met with adamant recalcitrance from you. You believed he would will the Okpuaja(ancestral home)to Stanley, but I corrected you with traditional dictates. You had no interest in inheriting it, due to your frosty relationship with him, and you said you would not return to Egypt. Egypt was your code name for the ancestral homestead, which you portrayed as a symbol of slavery, suffering and bondage.
Granny did not persuade you to disown your birthright; you made that choice after extensive consultations. I pointed out our mom's situation as a married wife in relation to the ancestral homestead, but you ignored my alarms. To correct you, our mom was not ousted or ejected by anyone but your ill-fated decision. Stanley could not be indefinitely displaced by her residency on his portion; he possessed what was rightfully his.
There is no space for emotions here, sir; facts are paramount. I assisted in relocating mom to Avo, but you hindered the effort. Her present location was your creativity, and I intended to help both you and her genuinely, but you kept playing the victim's card. How long will this roller coaster of recycled falsehood run?
Regarding burial arrangements, you were the chief mourner, and I craved your indulgence and cooperation. I have been at your beck and call for the burial rites, and your place as the first son has never been at stake. You were not only being carried along but were also on the driver's seat. Please, do not cry wolf when there is none."
In conclusion, you are the architect of your own fate. Please sir, do not blame it on the positive family dynamics rather on your hubris and unpreparedness to think out of the box. If you do not learn gently, you will learn the hard way.
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