Spirituality

Two Babies in the Womb – An Allegory

I just had to share this lovely little piece by Útmutató a Léleknek. Enjoy.

 

In a mother’s womb were two babies.

One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”

“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”

The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”

The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”

The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”

The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”

The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”

Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”

To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”

 

– Útmutató a Léleknek

 

 

Literature

Pepper Soup

After years of insisting “I’m not a fiction writer, please”, I wrote a story. A love story.

I have always loved stories, and one of the things that keep me going is reading.

Starting and completing a series of novels with my reading partner is high on the list of things I am looking forward to this year.

I have written stories in my head since I was a teenager, and actually penned some down in notebooks, but it was nonfiction – articles – that I felt most comfortable writing.

Then one day, my friend Timendu Aghahowa contacted me about contributing to an anthology she was editing called Pepper Soup. I sent in a nonfiction piece.

When she got back to me and informed me that everyone had to write fiction, I knew the time had come. I couldn’t run from it anymore.

At first I was worried, because all the other writers ARE AMAZING! I didn’t want my story to end up looking like the raggedy help!

Eventually I sat down and wrote a story that has lived in my heart for years. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Pepper Soup, a collection of 12 short stories, will be live on Okada Books next Friday, February 10. I’m thrilled to be part of it!

My story also happens to be titled Pepper Soup.

Pepper Soup will be released at the discounted price of N500 until March 1 when it goes back to the regular 1k.

On Friday I will wake up and squeal: I’m a published fiction writer! Yippee!

Hehe.

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