Thoughts Lead To Appreciation
I have been struggling with my scorn of the State Security Service ~SSS/ DSS.
Yesterday, my thoughts drifted towards them and I had to engage in self therapy.
It is not that I wish to cease hating SSS, absolutely not.
Rather, I do not wish to be consumed by that contempt.
Shortly after my release from SSS detention, I recalled my childhood principle not to harm myself or destroy what I cherish in order to revenge against someone I despise.
Incidentally, that policy was made in reference to my mother.
SSS earned the same; they are not worth it.
In any case, that principle effectively ruled out doing anything that is a violation of the law.
I will not cause anarchy in Nigeria, which I love, for persons I did not tolerate even while they held me captive.
Yesterday, I successfully dislodged the pain in my heart.
I feel body weakness, though.
This morning, I remembered SSS and once again resorted to my therapy.
I was relieved thoroughly.
Then came the joke, which is entirely fictitious:
A hen waltzed into SSS territory.
I: (to SSS) Will you not halt the chicken to question it on its mission?
SSS unsmiling. They do not find it funny.
I continued: What if the chicken is strapped with bombs? You need to strip-search it! It is urgent. The chicken will trigger its bomb.
SSS sternly warn me to desist.
I: But, the chicken is a security threat! You must take it into custody and photograph it! Be sure to call its parents to come sign the bail!
End of fiction.
I laughed so much I coughed resulting in chest pain.
Laughter is therapeutic.
Long live the Republic.