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A Lonesome Bird On Trees.......




It’s one beautiful Friday evening and behold a cluster of birds making very distinct noises in and around the village. One of them stands out there very distinctly on a far but nearby branch of one of the worn out trees. It stands still waiting for it’s partner who may have gone on a wild goose chase in search of food to survive them both for the night that is soon to come.


As it looks around, it finds so many neighboring birds in it’s vicinity. Some of which belong to it’s tribe just like itself while some that belong to other tribes, all preparing themselves for the night that is soon to unfold. They can be heard beautifully chirping to each other as a way of conveying important messages to members of their tribes.


A feel of great joy and happiness can be heard from within the depths of their hearts as they are finally able to discover all their near and dear relatives and friends having been separated for years and for generations of persecution from their fellow superiors who have commanded the Earth with their power and might only to have realized the consequences of their superiority over all the creatures of the Earth.


It is a time of great joy and celebration for all creatures of the Earth, not just the birds as they celebrate their freedom from the clutches of mankind. Their joyous voices are a true indicator of the sufferings they have undergone to be a benefactor to the whole species of mankind.They can now enjoy freedom to the fullest, a freedom that is unrestricted by the forces of mankind, but truly a one governed by the laws of nature that they were endowed with right from the beginning of creation.


Indeed, just as we see all distinct creatures and species on this Earth re-establishing lost relations, bridging the gaps between generations which were once strained and broken and in the process developing a new meaning to what life truly is, so too we human beings after we get out from the animosity of the virus too we realize how important good relations are to the survival of our race, how true love and affection can lead us to greater things that are in store to us and more importantly how our identities that we have forged for ourselves in this world do not make sense when our basic necessities for survival have been threatened.


It is a memorable lesson we can learn from this disease, however harrowing it may be currently at this point in time as it would far remain as one of the biggest disasters to have threatened the survival of mankind and future generations would remember this forever for as long as there is no emergence of another bigger disease or disaster in the future to threaten their survival!!!!

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