But so are those things in the ‘hereafter,’ awaiting believers! Free and everlasting! With Allah, ‘after-life’ is ‘out-of-this-world’ (super) and the joy never ends!
But only through faith and trust in His Son, the savior, Jesus Christ, can the doors of heaven be opened!
By Keith Neville Asumuyaya Best
PART 11: (TO RECAP): YES, “THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE,” is how we began Monday’s segment of this column. The sentence struck me as a pun: a form of witticism, (smart talk) that carries two meanings at the same time, the second-meaning often going over the heads of most of us.
This time around, it was doubly rewarding, recognizing that while this pun’s first message addressed the here and now: (‘during-this-life,’) it echoed at the same time, the second meaning: the good news that “The Cross” still proclaims: “…that whosoever believes in Him shall have everlasting life.” The essence, (spirit, heart, real meaning) of that message—based on the Resurrection of the Risen Lord That is what the pun’s second meaning addresses Christians: in other words, what might lie beyond the grave, when someone dies or crosses over, trusting in Jesus Christ as his Savior.
The general meaning is captured in a ‘big-looking,’ but singular, (remarkable, extraordinary) word. “Experts” in the field of Theology refer to this ‘big-looking,’ word as: “Eschatology.” It comes from that branch of Theology or religious doctrines dealing with the final purpose or destiny of mankind or the world, with a focus on last things—things, such as: death, judgment, heaven, hell—as relates to the soul, not the body. In a word, the End Times! (See whether you might spot a pun in one of phrases in the title above). (NOW READ ON)
WHERE ANNIE CONSTANCE’S RENT GOES
“So, what is going on now, with the property, my friend, the journalist had asked, just before we ended Part 1— (I had held back my response for this segment of our discussion).
“Just, what did you mean,” I wanted to know, when we picked up the conversation later, after leaving the restaurant where—after so long, she and I had run into each other. “Don’t forget, it…is…a…house, I continued. So it would not be walking around from place to place by itself, you know!” Remember the rhyme of the old lady who lived on the hill?”
“Well, well, well! The same old Keith Best, she started after me; hasn’t changed one bit. Of course I remember that rhyme: it ends: ‘and if she’s not dead, she lives there still.’ But Justice Ja’neh could have put the house in his pocket, couldn’t he,” she retorted? It’s big enough, depending on how much he has collected so far,” she added, letting me know that she could be as facetious, (cheeky) as I, since I wanted to play the “duh” game with her.
“You got that right,” I told her, not missing a beat. “Justice Ja’neh put her things out, but he could not carry her, and he could not carry the house. So, he is collecting the rent from Annie Constant’s house. And you know what he is doing with it?”
“I already told you,” Mae replied.
“No, you did not. I am about to tell you what he is doing with Mrs. Constance’s money.”
“Look,” Mae jumped in: “I said it before, and I’ll say it again. I am the only person who mentioned “pocket,” in this conversation. He is hiding the money in his — pocket, okay?”
“Okay; you know tumohr. Yes, he is putting it into that pocket of his; and you know what he does with it after it gets into his pocket?”
“He puts it in the bank,” she told me.
“What? Which bank,” I demanded; “the Central Bank…of Liberia? Justice Ja’neh is too smart for that. He knows the money will ‘loss’ inside that bank. Let the bank “eeh” it part of money! Ja’neh say, his money b’long him. He will “eeht” it himself.”
“If the money is not going to the bank, what do you expect him to do with it? Throw it away? He couldn’t be giving it to the pro-poor people. They eating enough.
“Really? How so, Mae?” I asked.
VICE PRESIDENT JEWEL HOWARD
“Ay, Man! Why you think everybody running to join the party? That’s the only way they will “eeh.”
“That’s what they told you?”
“That’s what Jewel told everybody. She said it’s our time to “eeh.” So those who want to “eeh” need to join the party. She was serious, because she knows about these things. And she knows that she knows!”
“Knows what?” I asked my friend. “When I heard Jewel talking this party-politics business sometime ago, I was worried. I was small when I started thinking, talking and writing about party politics–from way back.”
“But that’s it,” Mae chimed in: “Jewel was watching and listening to everything—to everybody. She heard all those things. And her people knew the system well. Jewel is from two worlds—two different worlds. And the old people used to talk. I myself, I Kpelle. So, I know where Jewel “eeh” gbinez started from.”
“I didn’t know you were Kpelle,” I said to Mae.
LEARNING TO “EEH”
As I was saying, the old people used to talk. They talked about how the other people used to say, the Kpelle people were stupid. But our people were all over the country. And this “eeh” thing started with them. The Conga people had most of everything. They were keeping everything mainly to themselves. So our people wanted to “eeh” too. That was their right, too. The Kpelle people knew they had to get closer to the Conga people. Among the native people, they were the first to start ‘eating’ goo-goo. But they had to take it easy. You know our native people!”
“A little! You know, I wrote something, knocking Jewel for being out of step with the politics. She was going out of her way to carry on like she was only from the bwi-side. I knew Mr. and Mrs. Howard well—and all her sisters. And they seemed brought them up on the kwi-side—not the bwi. But, she was right, and I was wrong. I quickly put the piece aside, when I realized that she was thinking way ahead of me.
She understood that she had to get back to basics, (grassroots) and try to organize our native people into a real and formidable, (strong) political party—one for the future. Time to “eeh”was the catchword; the rallying call—the only thing that the common people could really understand. It would resonate, (people would hear it everywhere) and come together to make their party strong.
She had a responsibility on her shoulders, and she was willing to do what it took—to try and lay the foundation—for a unified base. So, we say hats off to Jewel. He parents did well. They did not waste their money.
She was doing the right thing, but using the wrong appeal to get her message of unity across.
Focused on “no more that “eating,” as it was, the summons’ essence—was base, (“weak, having, or proceeding from low moral standards,”) the dictionary says. It is wrong, misleading); and long-term, both the appeal and the message will end up short—and therefore—false.
One day, someone will come along, and remember the poem we wrote soon after President Tolbert became president in1971: “Education for the Masses.” (Copyright 1971 KNAB). That is what was missing—getting the entire nation first to read and write—and then pushing onward.
Education for the masses
Dominated in our land;
Uninformed of what our due is and our right by God’s command.
Craven, like dumb-driven asses,
Answering obscene commands;
Trampled still beneath the feet of class society—its demands.
Ignorance creates base classes,
Obviate we command;
Nullify mental enslavement, give us means to understand
Free the minds of trampled classes,
Obfuscated, (confused) and deprived
Raise us first from floors to mats, then let Tolbert’s mattresses arrive.
Take away our fatalistic fear that we will never get;
Hand us hope that imperialistic shackles we will shatter yet—
Each to reach a realistic goal through effort drenched by sweat.
Mentally involve the Masses,
Arrest LIB’s intellectual drain;
Stimulate a new awakening, activate resourceful brains;
Shake the chain that encompasses,
Evoluting (working in) social strains.
Save our state from sorrow pending, spare our children needless pain!
BACK TO OUR BASE
“Let’s get back-to-base ourselves,” Mae suggested; “I asked you a question you did not answer.”
“I did,” I told her. He put it in his pocket—the money, that is; to him, it is all one and the same. As for the house, he has it. He is in control of it.
“I don’t believe it! You mean with all the notoriety, he hasn’t given the woman her house back yet?”
No! And we don’t know whether he is listening! But there is something new. We heard some time ago, that Alhaji Kromah—and we have not been able to confirm it—has been talking to Justice Ja’neh, suggesting that he moved away from this unhappy situation. If true, the Daily Observer Newspaper, in this public manner, wants to express appreciation to Mr. Kromah for selflessly taking on this role of amicus curiae, (friend of the court) in the court of public opinion. We appreciate Justice Ja’neh’s efforts as well. (Until Next Time.)