To some persons, the issue of climate change makes no meaning to them, while to some, it still remains one of the challenging issue in their lives. Climate Change! Climate Change!! Climate Change!!! Many seminars and conferences have been organised concerning it in the past are still more are on the list. The people of the mother earth are crying bitterly for something to be done.
But I keep on wondering why majority of those crying and asking for something to be done are the poor masses. Does it mean that they are the only one the adverse effects will affect? I am not dying the act that our leaders are not working towards finding a lasting solution to it, but they are doing with with a lot of diplomacy for the fear of what they will lose. They consider more their businesses more then the lives of human that are in danger. Man can be a brute sometimes.
Click here to read what students all over the world are saying about climate change. Please, don’t be indifferent. In your own little way as an individual, you can still do something through creatinf awareness in your community, educating people around you on what climate change is all about and its effects on human and the universe, and being a good ambassador for a positive contribution to global change.
Life is a gift from nature. Sometimes in life, we take many things for granted because we have them every time with us or around us. The air we breathe, the good health of mind and body, the life we have, etc. are gifts from nature. We must be grateful for them all. For many, it is something normal to sleep at night and wake up the next day. without knowing that many slept with us last night but were unable to see the next day.
You will only come to appreciate these things when you come in contact with those who are lacking them. During my last visit to my university clinic to dress an injury I sustained while working in the laboratory, something strange happened. After the dressing our the wound, I was coming out of the hospital when I was called by an aged man sitting with his wife on an iron bench that was a few metres away from the entrance of the hospital. At first, I thought he was calling a young boy who was just beside me until the boy touched my left shoulder. When I turned, he signalled to me that I was the one the old man was calling. “Come stai? (which means how are you in Italian).” I replied to him, “Sto bene ( I am fine). “Please, my wife would like to touch you. She said she has never touched a black person since he was born,” he said to me. At first, I was reluctant. I saw it as a mockery. ” Is it because I am a black or maybe she thought I was an immigrant,” I told myself. Many negative thoughts were going on in my mind. I slowly moved close to her and stretched out my right hand and greeted her. She held my hand for a few seconds, looking at it with admiration and a smiling face. She rubbed her hand on mine up to the upper region of my wrist. “Mama mia, che bellezza! My son, don’t feel bad. I can’t resist touching you. I have been hoping for years the very day I will have the opportunity to touch a black skin, just to know how it feels.” She said to me. I told her, “There is no problem you are welcome.” “I am very happy now. Please don’t misunderstand my gest,” she said to me. I never said anything. “Where are you from?” Her husband asked me. ” I am from Nigeria,” I retorted. “Are you schooling here in Rome?” She asked me. ” Yes. I am schooling at Tor Vergata University,” I replied. “Waoo!! That is great. Happy to hear that,” she retorted.
“My son, for three years now, I have been on this oxygen kit. I remembered when I was like you. That was 60years ago. Three years back, I was able to breathe freely without any aid. But now, things have changed. I spent a lot every month to keep this oxygen kit working perfectly, not talking of other drugs I am taking just to keep my life until the very day death calls me,” she said to me. I never knew when I started shedding tears. Her last word struck me. But why was she telling me this? I didn’t ask her. “My son, you will not understand what it means to live on oxygen kit. Are your parents still alive?” She asked me. “Yes, they are,” I retorted. I had to hold back my emotion but it could be noticed in my voice. I was totally touched by her condition. “Are you a Christian?” Her husband asked me. “Yes, I am a Catholic,” I replied. “Please, pray for us. It has never been easy with me. All my children are outside Italy. Sometimes they come to pay us a visit but,” He never completed his sentence. I sensed the pain in him. “Thank you, my son. I wish you all the best. Ciao,” she said to me.
That very day, when I was alone in my house, I went outside, look at my surroundings and gave a deep breath. I tried to respirate slowly just to feel deep inside me how it is to have a natural air. After that experience, my way of seeing certain things in life which I deemed to be common things changed for good.
Be grateful for the breath of life you have. Be grateful for the gift of life you have. Be grateful for all those little things around you that are giving meaning to your existence. You are having them free of charge, but somewhere in the world, many are paying to have them.
GOOD NIGHT FRIENDS.
At 2pm, I heard my name in the next office, after 45mins of waiting. I was the only one in there; an office next to the office for thump printing. The gently smiling lady attended to me, and after 10mins, it was all over. She told me to come after two months for my documents. I rushed out with full speed and head towards the subway.
A total weakness seized me. I was feeling dizzy. “Omg! Tony, what is happening?” One of the lab attendants asked me as she saw blood gushing out from my right hand, precisely from my index and middle fingers respectively. Immediately, she fetched the first aid box, took a large quantity of cotton wool, place them on the two spots and applied pressure on them. Looking at her lab coat, there was a blood stain from the blood dripping from my left hand. Just below my last finger on my left hand was another deep cut. Blood was also gushing out from there too. “How did it happen?” The professor asked me as he approached the scene. I was unable to talk. I was totally weak and with a sudden stomach ache. I was totally angry with myself because, in the previous week, I wasn’t in the lecture because of the same appointment I had in the immigration office. The same would have happened again but I did everything possible to stop it. I was 30mins late for the lecture. A few minutes after my arrival, we all head to the laboratory. All reagents were already in place for the experiment. I brought out the conical flasks, tripod stand, funnel, etc. At first, I had already fixed the rubber head of the pipette, tested it but, it was not functioning properly. I thought, maybe I didn’t fix it well. I removed it and tried to refix it again. It was in the second time when I was trying to put the rubber head that I head a crunching sound of the pipette glass in my hands.
Unable to speak, the lab assistant who was attending to me, pointed to my lab table, indicating to the professor where the accident happened. ” Please, who is free among you? We have to take him to the university polyclinic. There is a deep cut in his index finger that needs to be stitched,” he said to his four assistants. The entire cotton was soaked with blood. It was removed with a new one replaced. A few minutes later, I found myself in the emergency room accompanied by one of the lab assistants. After the intervention, I came back home half dead. ” You have to rest for five days and no more writing during this period,” the doctor said as he discharged me.
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