The Musings of An Observer

Ojil sat on the veranda sipping hot tea, the harmattan breeze rustling through dried leaves, openings and crevices in windows and roof of houses.

He watched the crowd seem to gorge out from the T-junction: different crowds, all belonging to one religion or the other. The T-Junction leads to three key streets, each of which houses no less then five different Christian religious bodied, and two Mosques, all professing "Theirs as the only way".

And just then he realised that the thing with most religion is their desire and concept of owning you. Religion wants the whole of you, not parts. Religion insists you're "born into it", "raised in it" hence your allegiance is to IT. Not to yourself or family but to IT!

The more he thought about it, it became crystal clear that whatever religion you grow up in tends to mold you because it IMMERSES ITSELF INTO YOU. You become the religion and the religion is you. Hence you hear someone say "I'm Catholic", "no I'm Muslim", "no I'm White Garment Church", no "I'm Pentecostal!"and on and on.

Ojil sat up straight instantly as the thought burned brightly in his mind: RELIGIONS' ONLY GOAL IS TO OWN YOU.

Else why can't one claim multiple faiths? Why can't one associate with all and take only the best in all while still being part of each? More with some or less with others being of no consequence?

Today you look at the various religion in the world and you'd see how far gone from its original premise its current adherents are to the original axioms that once guided them, none without exception.

He sat back on his chair and began to laugh. Laughing because he knew that this was not something to fight. But something to simply understand for what it is.

He got up and went inside, ready to discover another secret musing!