Thursday, 6 August 2015

Black or White

  Black or white, red or brown, the first noticeable difference between people around the world is the color of their skin. And as a consequence, races are classified based on this simple variation. This has led to a lot of controversy, and even physical segregation. The height of this being all out racial discrimination. The notion of racial differences seems absurd and for good reason. My reason would be stated much later.
  First, the word RACE in the context of human existence means what? One definition is, "one of the groups that the world population can be divided into based on physical characteristics such as skin and, or hair color." Another definition, a much broader one, defines race as "humanity as a whole." Examining critically, both definitions cannot be correct, hence the need for expatiating.
  If the general, and obviously correct belief that all humans on earth, come from just one pair of humans, who obviously lived in some part of the middle east, is something to go by, questions such as these arise: Why are we all not of the same skin and hair color; Where did the variation come from; Why did it occur; Does it have any benefit, and if it does, what is it? And to top it all, which of the above definitions are correct?
  To begin, why do we all not have the same skin, hair and eye color? Simply put, we live under different climates around the world. That is putting it mildly though. The human body is made to adapt and protect itself from environmental insult, as long as enough time to adapt is given, and this can be related to. As humans migrated in search of food and all, toward the equator, they were exposed to increased sunlight intensity and for longer hours. This means more exposure to ultra violet radiation. UV-radiation in excess can predispose normal cells to become cancerous. Hence, as a protective measure, the body over time produces more amount of the substance, melanin, which absorbs the UV radiation energy in a way unknown by medical professionals. The effect of absorbing UV radiation is the darkening of the skin. Then, why do the dark skinned people in places away from the equator still maintain their disposition. This is genetic based, some people are predisposed to higher melanin production. And, take note, they are not necessarily domiciled in Africa. The Aboriginal Australians are dark skinned also.
  As an added information, even naturally light skinned people can get a tan, by sunbathing in the open air or using sun lamps. The protective functions of melanin cannot be over emphasized as, sunburns are a visible effect of UV-ray/melanin imbalance i.e. UV-rays is more than can be absorbed by melanin in the skin.
  Thanks for reading all the earlier gibberish, now to the main point.
Which of the above definitions of race is correct? Read the following sentences carefully.
 Genetics scientists and anthropologists have come to the following conclusions:
1 Any two humans randomly picked from any part of the world, are 99.5% genetically alike. The 0.5% difference has been seen to be due the genes that code for characteristics such as susceptibility to certain diseases and response to environmental agents and drugs. Also included are the genes that code for physical traits, those used for racial differentiation. Surprisingly, though, there is an overlapping of traits that bear to relationship to another, thus rendering the clustering of people into discrete racial packages impossible.
2 There are more genetic differences between two people from the same race, than between races. So you have more in common with a person in Finland than with the person in the next state. Funny, right?
3 The history of racial classification is based on social and cultural factors rather than biological. This is seen in colonization, black-white segregations of the United States, the Apartheid in South Africa, and so on.

 In conclusion, as the preceding lines of reasoning have shown, WE HUMANS ARE JUST ONE RACE, WITH VARIETIES, we are all Homo sapiens. Just as the common apple, is just one species with over 7500 varieties.

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

The Ode to 2015 (without the rhyme)

 And then, there was 2015. Happy to begin. Happy to replace the previous year. You're welcome, with reservations though. The euphoria is at its peak for you, but you know, the downside is still ever constant, obvious and practical. Take a leaf from 2014, it had its good and its bad, but to be realistic it had its good and its worse. Do I expect any different from you, 2015? That's left to see. The realism of the times we live in is catching up on people, and they accept the incoming year with mixed feelings. High optimism was shattered, or should I say people are more aware that "you don't necessarily get what you wish for." The fanfare, though still high and reasonably normal, is just a facade, a mask to hide the scepticism of what you hold, 2015. The speed of time is gradually increasing, but they say it's because we're growing old. What we're sure of is that a new year is here and it would swish by and we are scared, and rightly so. One request, 2015, don't leave me worse than I already am, if you won't make me better.

Everyday

Everyday there is a new lesson to learn
A new mystery just around the corner
A new point of reference,
In the stream of time, forever
A masterpiece of creation and artistic achievement of intelligence
But most of all, a chance to adjust the eventualities of future days to be upon us
                               Chinazo Peter

The New Device

   At a new launching, we see a new device. A device supposed to make life easier, and the stress of it reduced. But time is the only assured and certain determinant of outcome, as people usually say "Time will tell" like time is a teller of fortune hoped for or doom dreaded. Should the tug of impulse push you to get a new device, whether it is needed or "needed"? Or should the apparent upgrade in the new version from the obsolete version of just last year be the reason?
  Is it worth incurring extra cost which practically may be unnecessary, to get that new device, when there is no functional or even manufacture anomaly in the one you have? Oh, or is it just to fit in, to "feel among"?

Think About It!!!

Your Last Day

 If today was your last day. What would you do? Would you have regrets? Would you feel fulfilled? I wish I could pick the latter.
 If today was your last day. Would you call those that never shared your love for them, and tell them how you feel, because you've got nothing more to lose? Would you go on a rampage and attack all those you never saw eye to eye with?
 If today was your last day. Would you spend the day alone thinking about how the life of those you leave behind would change for the worse (or the better), upon your demise? Would you go around apologizing to all your stand ups and break ups?
 If today was your last. Would you eat all you can, because for crying out loud, your life is ending tomorrow? Would you go all ascetic?

 If today was your last. Would you go to that edge that fear of death has always prevented you from going? Would you do that evil, that sanity has always held you back from doing? Would you....

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

My Fetal Mind


     Wow! What am I? Where am I? What is this? These questions plague my fetal mind on the 26th day of my life. My brain started working a few days ago, but I can't see yet. Even my arms are not yet fully developed. But my heart is beating and I can feel things moving in my body. It turned out to be blood in my just forming blood vessels. It'll take me about a week to gain control of my arms and about 2 years to perfect the control of it. It will also take a few weeks to open my eyes and see that I'm in a very dimly lit room to which I am tethered by a cord which function I do not understand, and which I will not understand until I study biology in secondary school and anatomy in Medical school.
    I shall soon begin to hear sounds. One is a beating sound that is the most soothing thing I have ever heard and will ever hear all my life. That is the heart that would be closest to mine until I get married to my future soul mate. The other sound is closer to my head, it's more like a muffling sound, like worms wriggling just above my head (peristalsis in my her gut). Another sound I hear come from way above my head, and it follows a particular pattern, very sonorous it's less soothing than the heart, but is always around when her breathing of slightly fast. When her breathing is slow, the latter sound ceases and the heartbeat becomes very slow and that is my lullaby. Sounds also come from entirely outside my host's body. A deep voice that is usually scary but sometimes can be cool especially when talking to her or talking to me. She doesn’t know that I'm here yet. She would get to know next week when she buys the pregnancy test kit from the mall four blocks away.
    Now back to my room, I have a nylon wall and as it seems I am floating in a thin fluid. This fluid I will drink and urinate in. Eeeww! But I don’t have a choice because if I don’t, the room will choke me into myself. I like to swim but I will always bump my head and leg into the walls. She will yelp and giggle when I do that so I do it more often until I'm tired, just to get her attention. He too will come to touch the spot I hit when she tells him and he says "my strong boy" and she says "no, it’s a girl."
    My head is very large, and my body small. But as time goes on I will be restructured with my head getting relatively smaller to allow my much anticipated and yet much dreaded delivery. I love my stay here but with every passing day, I count down to that day.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Life Support


 I hear my Lisa screaming my name, crying and begging me to wake up. I am at work. Or, where am I? I'm lying on a bed, I can feel that. But why is Lisa begging me to wake up? I can hear you Lisa. She tugging at my arms and pulling me gently. I'm pretty sure I'm not at work because I'm not putting on a suit. I hear low voices and some murmur. Is that Shelly and Matt? What are they doing here? Shouldn't they be at school? I don’t even know what time it is. Then I hear him come in, the doctor, with his steel voice. He introduces himself as Dr Matthews, the resident trauma doctor. I don’t understand what the hell he just said but now I know  that I'm in a hospital. How did this happen? Did my heart give out? I don’t think so. Then he dropped the bombshell. "Mrs. Jenkins, your husband is in a coma. His insulin shots has caused accumulation of ketone bodies in his brains, we will try to help him pull through, but there are no assurances. You'll just have to hope." Is this Dr Matthews high? I am here and I can hear you. I try to speak and prove my aliveness, but I can't open my eyes and my lips are slammed shut. Lisa holds me again and I try to move to hold her but my arms are just too heavy to lift. Am I really in a coma? But I can hear and feel even. The needle in my wrist, even the feeding tube in my throat through my neck. And I can feel the ear phones in my ear playing my favorite Whitney Houston's song, …. Time is passing slowly, or swiftly I can't tell. All know is My wife is now speaking calmly. She has said "Baby, wake up, please wake up for me" about eight times now and Shelly and Matt and joining in. Nurses, or whoever they are, come in at intervals to check a machine beside my bed, and with each visit there is this awful quiet. Then as she leaves, the same routine continues.
    As time pass, I can't tell how long, Shelly and Matt say their byes while Lisa stays.  I hear her yawn, so that means it's night. I also feel sleepy but I don’t know if I can sleep. Morning comes and the doctor comes again, comes beside my bed. Into the machine that kept humming, that's how I know it’s a machine, and as goes out, Lisa asks him "Do you think he'll be better, doctor?" and he says "No improvement ma'am, he's on life support but we'll keep monitoring his state for as long as possible." As long as possi… what! Doctor I'm fine, I just can't respond to whatever is going on around me. Seriously, I can still  hear as well as I normally do, can smell well. I even smelled the Turkey soup Matt brought yesterday, since the doctor said that using stimuli that I am very familiar with could give me a chance at regaining my consciousness.
 A long time has passed and, in this time I have been bathed, and a pasty mouth wash has been placed in my mouth to keep it clean. But today is different. Everyone is here again, Lisa, Shelly, Matt, even Jonas and Michelle, my parents are here. The doctor asked to see  all of them. He says the words that I have always dreaded and still dread until now. "Lisa, it's been 3months and we've seen no improvements in your husband's condition. I think you have to make a decision whether to keep him on life support or to terminate the life support." I'm going to die fool. Don’t listen to him Lisa, I'm here. She breaks down in tears and the doctors goes on "I'll give you time to think about it. I'm in my office when you need me." General sobbing continues. Then dad speaks saying how much he appreciates that Lisa has stood by me and up for the children in this  trying time. But that if he knows me well, he knows that I would not want to run my family into debt just to maintain my life in a situation that is not sure that I would recover from. Lisa agrees amidst sobs. Hello? You're mistaken dad. Yes, I don’t want to run my family aground, but I also don’t want to die. Who be the CEO of my just established transport firm? I'm just 41. I still got 39 more years to live till am your age.
   Oh shoot, Lisa agreed to terminate life support viz., terminate my life. It's a tough call to make but I support my wife in whatever she does as far as it is for the general good. I'm with you on this baby. Dr Matthews is beckoned and I hear him hand over something to Lisa for her to sign. Everyone starts to leave, crying but Lisa stays. She isn't crying. Nurses come into the room and I star hearing switches being flipped and machines being turned off. The feeding tube is extracted from my neck and the injection removed from my arm. I start feeling uneasy, but Lisa plants a kiss on my cheek, the last kiss, and says goodbye Tom.
I am calm, calmer than I ever have all my life. I think my eyes just opened and my muscles twitched. I  can see Lisa now. In the room is the steel voiced doctor and two petite nurses and buxom nurse. As a try to stretch out my arm to touch my wife, I begin to drift again. What's happening? My eyes closed my muscles grow numb for the last time,  I can't breathe. This is it, I see no white light as some people say or any flowers. I see nothing at all. All I know is I'm slowly drifting like am falling asleep. I try to fight it but it seems there is overpowering force on me. Please save m…