The argument

January 24, 2008

I was reading a book about the two sides of love – the hard side and soft side love. One paragraph read -  people who hold in their frustration and fail to be hard with others when it’s needed pay a price – in some cases, much too high a price. Just then my cat (catty) and her partner dog (doggy) started to quarrel. Their argument was about a bone which was given to doggy and another dog (doggy boggy) by Mrs. Goody. The two dogs were supposed to share the bone but doggy boggy wouldn’t hear of it. So they went to a court and it took 11 years to settle their dispute. A wise verdict was given by the judge to cut the bone into two equal parts and give one piece to each dog. The problem was one side of the bone has a picture of doggy boggy’s dead daughter and he wanted to have that piece. The judge didn’t say (and actually didn’t care) about no picture. So doggy boggy came to doggy to beg him to give him that piece with his daughter’s pic……..

Now this is where the argument between catty and doggy came into picture.

Argument: doggy “I am never gonna give him that piece. I have waited 11 years for what was lawfully mine. And now we have to draw lots to find out who gets which piece. I don’t care whichever piece I get. But if I get the piece with the picture of doggy boggy’s daughter, I’ll not eat it and neither will he…..i’ll smash it to bits and pieces. That’s how I felt 11 years ago.  I could have died in these 11 years without eating this lawfully mine half bone and thank God I’m alive to see this day. Now I’m going to the church to praise the Lord about the verdict and pray to him to help me get the piece with the pic. of doggy boggy’s daughter

 

…………when I think about it now ….there was no argument….it was just doggy talking and catty listening (and thinking….“doggy is wrong, he should just give doggy boggy the piece, he wanted, which is the best thing for everyone. He goes to church everyday and I don’t think they teach him revenge. If they do there is something wrong with them. There is nothing beautiful than giving and forgiving”…but she didn’t speak these words…why??? Because she is a cat (catty)…and a cat doesn’t have a voice in a dog’s world)…. she was also reading the paragraph which read……people (not cats) who hold in their frustration pay a price – in some cases, much too high a price.

Environmental pollution???…or a bad dream???

I saw a dream….We were talking and she said that she has found a boy cat who understands her very well. She told me that he was so great and they talked about all the things that we used to talk about. We used to talk about all the things that seemed non sense to other people.The other day she said “u know what…money is just a bunch of papers. The thing is you can buy an opportunity with money, like power. So you can influence a whole lot of people with the opportunity that you bought. But humans are seeing it the other way around. They will die for money but don’t realize that it’s the opportunity that they should see.Anyway I am going to have a three story house for me an my three kids…this is for sure. You are the only one to whom I talk about these things….. ”we talk and talk……..about physics, einestien, God…

unfortunately, now she has someone to talk to. So with this awful dream in my mind I went out of the house. While traveling in the taxi I saw that there was this mist over Addis Ababa and I was really frustrated. What can I do about this thing? Is it possible for an individual to act upon such things? But I am only a student of Psychology? What if I studied Environmental Science? What is the government doing about it? Is it simply constructing buildings, roads, etc and do not care about environmental pollution? Do we necessarily have to follow the westerns in their every ups and downs and always follow Western Modernization Theory? Is there a shortcut to development in every aspect by employing indigenous African principles… then I asked myself Am I feeling this way because of that dream or Am I really worrying about the environment?…whatever…