Sunday, August 19, 2012

A GAME OF THRONES

                                                    
Framer my favourite cousin, who is a serial movie freak introduced me to “A Game of Thrones” and from the word go, its storyline reeled me in like I was a hapless cod. That is how it usually works for me, for a serial to thrill me it has to appeal to me right from the very start, just run off with me. I think that is why “Rome” is still my best till date. No matter the ratings, if it doesn’t grab me from the beginning, it would most likely never move me. I also said in an earlier post that I know a movie or a book has sunk its fangs into my veins when I see, smell, taste and dream it. It saturates me like a cloud of garlic (it’s just that in this case, the saturation is redolent of something more fragrant than blossoms from the Garden of Eden). Such experiences are epiphanic and make me proselytize with the vigour of an early apostle. It was during such proselytization that my brother mentioned that the film was actually adapted from a book. That triggered a faint awareness which made me search my library to discover that I have two out of the seven series of “A Song of Ice and Fire” from which the stories came. Following this I stopped watching and started reading. I usually prefer reading because most movies usually come short of great books with the “Godfather”, Lord of the Rings” and “Shawshank Redemption” being a few of the exceptions.

The book was exceptional and contrary to my usual pattern, I immediately picked up the second one in the series, “A Clash of Kings”. I get bored easily so I try not to read tomes by the same author back to back but “A Game of Thrones” broke my habit, I just couldn’t stop at the first book. As I traverse the pages, I find myself in an enchanting magical world. With a dollop of mysticism, a sprinkle of the mythical, a dash of the historical, a pinch of the medieval, a spoonful of heroism, a portion of wizardry, a seasoning of chivalry, a mix of warfare and everything peppered with fantasy, George R.R Martin cooked up a literary sumptuous fare. His books are finger licking sweet. It is actually a wonder I have not gotten to the point of chomping on the pages. It is in the league of the “Lords of the Ring”. It’s just that I think the J.R.R Tolkien’s is more poetic with a wilder and crazier imagination but like the journey of the hobbits somewhat harder going. George’s is simpler especially if you can remember all those names and houses. There must be something about the letters R.R that equates to literary genius. I have been wondering whether I should add them to my initials. His descriptive powers enthroned him amongst the kings of imagery like Wilbur Smith, Dean Koontz and J.R.R.Tolkien and if we had to add a queen to this pantheon that would be Chimamanda Adichie of course. All in all the collection of books and movies of “Song of Ice and Fire” that I have seen so far are divine (even the motion picture is as good as the book).  The musical score of the movie is heavenly; I could listen to it all day. Ramin Djawadi the composer was at his beautiful best.

In the past few weeks, I have been amazed at the absolutely mindboggling creativity of Mr. George and have been thinking that that is how human beings are supposed to be and function. The taste of divinity in his books is actually scriptural. Kudos to GRRM, a Caesar of literature, I salute thee “Ser”.

First thing we know about God before any other is that he is creative. Genesis 1:1 tells us that “in the beginning, God created……”  Before we get to know anything about Gods might, His love, His power, His wisdom, His grace, name it, the first thing that is brought to our attention is His creativity. Since we are made in His likeness, that means we have the innate ability to be creative. If a monkey’s kid cannot swing or climb, it’s an aberration. If we cannot create, it’s an anomaly. When we create, we exhibit the divine; we assume the celestial and manifest the heavenly. When we write something on an empty page, form art on blank easels, build on bare land, design with formless materials, cook gourmet meals out from raw ingredients, bring what has never been to be, we become like God our father who created a beautiful world out of nothing. We bring the eternal to bear on the ephemeral; we bring divinity to impact on the earthly. We conjure light out of darkness. Of course this is when we create something good that benefits mankind. Creativity makes the creator rule, IT GIVES DOMINION. Little wonder Times Magazine named George R.R Martin one of the most influential people of 2011. It also does not come as a surprise that countries where inventiveness is the order of the day are perpetually in the limelight and rule over those who do have such culture. One of the things that enabled the Romans to conquer the world was the building of roads and incredibly some of those roads are still standing today after hundreds of years. In Nigeria, it’s a miracle if our roads last for a couple of months. For Nigeria as a country to progress, we need to pay more attention to creation of things.
In my last post, http://ekpoeze.blogspot.com/2012/08/apples-of-seduction.html”, I mentioned how Esau traded his birthright for Jacob’s food. Esau traded and Jacob created and at the end, he who traded was left holding the short end of the stick. That sounds familiar, does it not? It is exactly the way our ancestors sold the future of a continent for mere trinkets that were created by foreigners. Same way we trade our time to work for organizations created by others, at the expense of all that we hold dear sometimes. Creators own the world; the earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof. God could lay claim to the cosmos because He created it. Let us work towards the creation of good homes, schools, businesses, industries, healthcare facilities and we will end up with a better country. Creativity is one of the chief ways in which to make Gods mandate for man a reality.  It was the way the renaissance brought Europe out of the dark ages. I am sorry to burst someone’s bubble but the words below are not only for procreation of babies…

BE FRUITFUL, MULTIPLY, REPLENISH THE EARTH, SUBDUE IT, HAVE DOMINION……

Sunday, August 5, 2012

APPLES OF SEDUCTION


It was a balmy evening, with a mild wind lending coolness to the dying day as the sun drowsily slid under the blanket of the clouds. I was on the royal balcony, sipping grape juice when my pulse raced off like Usain Bolt! I saw her! My castle overlooks most houses and it was easy to see through the open window into her bathroom. She was a glorious sight. Sculpted out of a block of ebony, her skin glistened like black pearl reflecting shards of moonlight. With more curves than a French curve, hour glasses seem shapeless beside her form. The drops of water from the shower accentuated her more than oil shows off the muscular ridges of a body builder. As the tears from the faucet soaked her, the stream flowing down her body made it seem she took her bath in a cascade of jewels. Excitement coursed through me with the intensity of Jupiter’s bolts.  Suffice it to say I was more firmly hooked than a shark on a harpoon. Despite the fact that a faint distant voice of disquiet niggled in my soul that she was a faithful subject's wife, I knew I had to have her or else life would never be the same…
The animals ran me ragged this time. It was quite a tedious hunt. I came back almost empty handed with hunger ravaging my innards like a lupine huntsman. As my weary steps inched towards my tent, it hit me with the force of a stampeding herd! My nostrils were overwhelmed by an aroma that could only have come from the kitchens of heaven. The angel manning the pot turned out to be my brother. I knew he could cook but this was on another level and the look of that red pan stayed with me forever. The palm oil was fresh and fragrant of pepper; thick with vegetables, lamb chops swam in its blood. All in all, it was an enticing sight. Surprisingly enough, he asked for my birthright in exchange for some of his food. Birthright? The fellow is a joker! Who cares about a birthright when my saliva drools more than a canine’s. A birthright would not help me in the grave, if I did not get some of this pottage; I was going to die…

The Babylonian robe dyed in murexes’ juices was silk smooth and irresistibly soft, the silver’s glare was overwhelming and the gold’s glint enchanted my soul. Though it was written that I should just do my work and leave without touching any of the spoils, I knew that I, Achan the son of Carmi would never have a good night rest again unless I take these treasures into my custody. If I obey the law without pilfering them, they would haunt my dreams forever……

The whole paradise belonged to me. The entirety of the orchard was mine. Then I heard the hissing suggestion and took a long look at the apple. The sibilant proposal made me wonder how I never beheld it before. It was beautiful beyond anything I had ever seen and suddenly looked sweeter than any other around me. How can I live another day of my life without having a taste of this, it would be the torture of a lifetime. Even Tantalus would agree mine is a worse torment. I must have it…..
I stole the honey that was not mine and licked it sweetness…

I exchanged food for my birthright…

I took things that were not mine and hid them…

I took a bite of that luscious flesh…..

Life sometimes is like being caged in a cookie shop with an instruction not to touch while hunger sets your tummy on fire.  The streets of living are lined with endless malls filled with the sounds, sights and smells of all sorts of tantalizing temptations that can make even the stoutest heart fall.  The list of unwanted wants keeps up it's endless dazzling display before us. Billboards of graphic enticement continually attack our senses, wily guerrillas of destruction. But everything boils down to whether we will fall or not…
I fell and left murder in the wake of my lust. I killed a faithful friend, watched my son die, and was dethroned by my favourite son who raped my wives before the watching eyes of all and sundry…

I lost my right to being the firstborn and could not get it back. I wept until my heart broke, cried until my lachrymal glands were scorched and yet I wept. I am still weeping….
Dying by stoning is quite excruciating but within my agony, was the anguish of seeing the same happening to my wife and little children…

My eyes opened to naked ignominy, shame dogged my steps, and my opprobrium was to last for all eternity. I lost glorious divinity for loathsome humanity…

TRUTH IS THAT IT IS NEVER WORTH IT! I am sure the above four even though they lived in different periods would concur. But the pull is strong so how do we survive?
I was beside myself with hunger after not eating for forty days yet I did not succumb to the seduction of fleshly bread. I was the King of the world yet I did not give in to pride. The cosmos glitz and glitter was pretty attractive but I refused to take the easy route out by bowing to the allurement. How did I do it? I kept His word his word in my heart. His book was not far from my mouth. I rattled the written word like a Gatling gun in full steam…

Are you drowning in the pool of a dangerous appeal, and then it’s high time to call out to Him. Do you feel you cannot live except you scratch the itch of a particular enchantment? Then you need to hear His voice telling you that YOU ARE NOT MISSING ANYTHING.

It is His voice that tells us not to be a profane person like Esau who for a morsel of meat sold his birthright. The loss of a birthright causes everlasting regret.
Our birthright could be our destinies, career, families, children, marriage, finances, relationships, name it. Thing about a lost birthright is that it might never be gotten back. God help us all!

We all need to borrow a leaf from the book of the Psalmist, which says….

YOUR WORD HAVE I HIDDEN IN MY HEART THAT I MIGHT NOT SIN AGAINST YOU....