Internal Urge (...The Gateway To Rash Decisions)

Once upon a time, there lived a man called Uncle Sam; he had two wives and five children. One day he ran out of food like every other man with wives and children in the village. Troubles and demands from his wives and children made him restless but there was an internal urge that he could not suppress rather made him a piece of trash. It happened in one hot afternoon that he could not bear his own burden; so he told his wives and children to be calm. Eventually, he took a cutlass, a big sack and left. Unknown to his wives and children, he went to a nearby village in search of food. So as his internal urge wax strong, he went into another man’s farm; he stole a handful of yam and ran home.

On his way home he thought of so many things and said “yes, this hunger wants to kill me & before it does - I’ll kill it first with all these yams. When he got home, he called his two wives and the children “come, I’ve brought some yams – please, I want you to peel and cook everything for I’m gravely hungry”. So, his wives and children who were also dying-but-waiting to eat something in order to be normal hurriedly fell to command with force and verve as they were instructed. Impatiently, he keeps on wailing and complaining... Please kindle the fire for I’m very very hungry, I can’t wait a minute more before this hunger kills me”.

As it happened, his wives announced in a loud voice… we’re done; the yam is hot and ready for consumption!!! And he ordered his wives to get a big bowl and fetch him half of the pot because it’s his turn to pay back the hunger that’s been tormenting him. Sadly, after eating three pieces - he could not eat more of what he’s been wailing & crying to eat. Doubtfully, he stood up, touched his tummy, belched, stretched his legs, turned his neck either way, shook his head and sat down to continue his hunger adventure. He managed to eat the forth piece - then screamed...Nooooooo!!! It can’t be, not after four pieces of yam - I want to eat more – it is payback time, and I can’t be satisfied at four pieces of yam. Surprisingly, his long & loud roar attracted nearby neighbors as they showed curiosity.

He turned left, right and told them his story of how he had been tormented by hunger which he could not control. After his long hunger-sermon, he took his knife and stabbed himself right there in front of his sympathizers and died. But before he died, he said something to his impatient stomach “just look at the mess you’ve gotten me into, I thought you would accept all the yams I stole because of you”. What a sad moment!

Dear readers, how do you feel when you’re hungry? It could be financial, marital, academics, food, and others. Do you feel restless, weak-minded or just like Uncle Sam who messed up his life and died miserably? Always remember that “ a man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that comes from the mouth of the Almighty God” – be wise and find cure to every hunger in your life.