Our Family, Our Friends, and the Associates we make are our “Social Properties” that should be well-managed just like our “Tangible Properties” for a long-lasting usefulness. If otherwise mismanaged, these social properties are also vulnerable to damages like the tangible properties. For instance, love can be stolen just like an unlocked car, friendship can worn-out like an engine, and intimacy can deteriorates like a botched construction, so as family affection can get lost, just like a bunch of key. The Yoruba people refer to associates and friends as “Nightgowns”, if one’s nightgown gets lost, you can end up sleeping in cold even if you have a wardrobe full of expensive clothes.  One of the best ways one can be good to himself is by being good to people around him…

Pioneers are not just extraordinarily wise, what is special about them is the dialectic ability to understand the past, the analytic comprehension of the present and a pragmatic foresight to presume the needs of the future. Achebe is truly a pioneer, because he managed to book a suitable permanent room for our genre in the house of literature. He is a warrior who fought for our representation and against imperializing our culture through his writings. We are lucky to have him from us.

I remember when I was younger, back then I always have this hallucination on the reasons why we all have to live at all, when it’s not an everlasting chance! I became myopically confused when both formal education and religious lessons taught me contradictory views about the reasons why we live, though I was quite comfortable to believe the later view. But then, even as my age develop my belief on the reasons why ALLAH has created us could not exonerate me from childishly fantasizing and internally wondering about life and how seemingly meaningless its display itself when people I know or I love get to vacate it; the reason for LIFE and DEATH still mystifies me. Talking from my obligatory believe on religious purpose of living, I found no humanly reason for our existence, we are not actually on this surface and under the sphere of earth for our own self purpose. We are actually dancing to a TONE knowingly to us or not, acceptable or not, we believe in it or not. We are here because this TONE orders us to be, so as we are going to leave when this TONE orders. What bugs me is that, since being here is not my decision and I won’t, can’t and never been told whenever am supposed to evacuate, so what is the essence of me being joyful of it, or anything that comes my way in it (life)? I can’t help it; I keep asking myself again and again the reason why things that brings us happiness leave us with sadness? Or are there anything called HAPPINESS, JOY, and LAUGH at all? Maybe those words are used to express sham feelings and moments. Because in a real sense nothing tends to be real in this life and maybe I am being childish and my thinking and reasoning are juvenile, but what I keep deducing from realities is that life itself is not REAL.

I gathered these meaningful and thoughtful quotes about tolerance, and i thought it worth sharing. maybe it can help anyone out there reflect on how perseverance is an important key to togetherness:
**Men exist for the sake of one another. Teach them then or bear with them. 
**Tolerance comes of age. I see no fault committed that I myself could not have committed at some time or other.
**The highest result of education is tolerance.
**Tolerance is the positive and cordial effort to understand another's beliefs, practices, and habits without necessarily sharing or accepting them.
**Toleration is the best religion.

Our dignity and heritage are at stake if we believe them

I am not an addicted reader, not because I don’t like reading, but because I seldom have free access to books that interest me; books that contain stories of my origin, my history and my heritage. Perhaps because I am from Africa, where most of the books that are sold in local bookstores tell foreign stories and the few that contain my historical stories are mostly written by foreigners that know less or nothing about them. It is not as if I was lazy or I couldn't understand the literal composition of those books, but I chose not to read them because I am aware of the consequential gravity of subscribing to stories of me written by other people. I should be cleverly doubtful of those stories, because it seems too abnormal to me, why an outsider could be telling an inside story to an insider, it is never logical. Because if such stories are not manipulated, contorted, and twisted to the writer’s self-interest, it would practically be the presentation of an image seen through an opaque glass or I should say the portrayal of illusory. Anecdotally, I believe there are motives behind such illusive storytelling; part of their motives I can sense, is that they have inherently enjoy misrepresenting and stereotyping Africa for most of the flaws that were actually spawned by them or their ancestors. 
Chimamanda; a prowess novelist from Nigeria said in one of her eloquent and never-boring presentations that the detriment of our grossly twisted stories is not only limited to the consequence of stereotype and imperialism, the loss of dignity, heritage and historical legacy but it is more detrimentally harmful when those twisted stories are inherited by successive posterity. She might be right or wrong, or there might be some analogical fallacy in the way I interpreted her voice. I've gotten some insistent reasons that convince me that our dignity is at stake just like our heritage is, especially when I remember where I grew up, where elite are those that their four years old kids can speak fluent English and not their mother tongue. This is part of what mystify me if the shameless sagging our girls roam with is actually an African thing or as if the popular doggy bling-bling jewelry in the necks of our youths is really an African male fashion. I am not also sure of how we should combat the cultural inferiority constantly battling with the African originality in our entire social and societal atmosphere. The kind of inferiority and unoriginality that made Akin; my Facebook friend wrote his name as (Her-kin), purposefully to get international friends. If it is not inferiority, maybe Her-kin (Akin) is just subscribing to the over-colorized globalization and westernization. As if any of the duo can beneficially reduce the price of bread in his local market; that is if they are not actually the cause of the hike. Maybe it’s futile to complain about cultural imperialism at this moment when the unitary aim of the entire world is to globalize. Because I can remember how I disappointed a black friend of mine that annoyed me for cheerfully greeting with “Whats up Nigger?”, “You are not in vogue” so, he responded. To him, Nigger is of course not offensive, because that is what they call black people in American movies, and the more effects those Hollywood characters have on your socialization is what determine your modernization. Maybe our gullibility to their stories of us is truly part of our culture, because people in Japan, Thailand, China and Malaysia do watch Hollywood too and they still value their cultures more than their surnames.