WHERE IS YOUR MISSING RIB?

                                                                                                           -Odibe Felix I.

...And God made Adam fall into a deep sleep, he took one of his ribs and made Eve (Gen. 3:21).

Last night, was the second, the first being the night of my Eleventh birthday celebration, that i dreamt of finding my missing rib. The funny aspect of my dreams was that the duo came in the same sequence. i would be in the classroom (of course, in the dream), writing a poem, i would fall asleep, and see myself searching for, and later finding my missing rib, who would turn out to be CHIMAMANDA ADICHIE, and I myself transformed into CHINUA ACHEBE (safe for his big glasses and wrinkles). Many interpretations had been suggested from friends and foes alike, the funniest being that the literature-goddess (whom i am , at least, NOT YET fit to unlace her sandals) Chimamanda Adichie, might be my missing ribs. such contributors usually recommend some dosage and admixture of special prayers from the book of psalms and songs of Solomon. Another funny suggestion, given was that Chimamanda (or was it Achebe?) might have tapped my talent. How would this be for i started writing at the age of five (as the story told) and am not stopping. So, i try to invite you, my brothers, in the fellowship of the pen, to share my own idea.

As for me, I see MISSING RIB as used in the bible, as an aspect of our lives that we cannot do without: Talent, Vocation, hobby, family, wife. per exemplum, right now, Anambra State is searching for her missing rib; someone that will be a prerequisite for the infrastructural and human develpoment. It is left for us all to provide it. There is no designated person or thing marked with the title of Missing rib as most of our ladies mistake it thus: " I AM SEARCHING FOR MY MR.RIGHT", why not grab the MR.LEFT and drag him to the right? most of our young people let go of arying opportunites while chasing a carreer already denoted as mouth-watering. my cousin, Cynthia (not real name) would always get my lash whenever she says to my hearing that she is designed by God to be an actress and a model and so should be exempted for garden work (which, inspite of their wealth, their family adopt as weekend exercise ritual). my locus is that, talent notwithstanding, we still have the Onus of cultivating a personal culture. It is that process of cultivation, that i qualify as searching for your missing Rib. If we sit down in foolery and wait, nature will surely deal us a handsome blow and by the time we recover, our counterparts might have found two or three ribs (theirs plus our own).

On this note, Philosophers, I ask you: HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR MISSING RIB? WILL YOU REMAIN A JACK OF ALL TRADE AND MASTER OF NONE? can you play the piano? Are you an intellectual inferno? You do not need my like on facebook or a follow on twitter to know that my questions are for you. Like my friend and brother, Martin Beck, we pray for grace for the race, strenght for the length and I shall be waiting for when you pass me a glass of water singing, EUREKA, I FOUND MY MISSING RIB.

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