as dignified human beings we should be sensitive each time struck by lightning insults and thundering jeers we become anxious of stagnation beneath the placid water
nevertheless as civilized human beings don’t pour it all out the water stagnating at the bottom of the old jar for our children would be thirsty in future the wind bringing rain does not necessarily head towards the village and compound
occasionally stir up our heritage sieve our views and channel love towards the sea of humanity because the old jar we inherit also originates from the earth we jointly stand upon