A son once said, “I’ll go one better than my father-when we’ve lived a million years, we won’t have begun yet because eternity has no beginning and has no end. This boy has operated on his father’s seemingly deformed speech which goes like this, “In the hereafter, we’ll live with perfect bodies and perfect minds in a perfect world”. His father had continued then, “after we’ve lived a million years, we’ll have just gotten started”.
We have seen here that the father’s saying has been perfectly refined by his son. Even though he did not say the word ‘perfect’ like his father did, his saying came out to be perfect.
The father’s saying was the foundation from which the son has built upon. Without the father’s deformed speech, the son’s operation of it wouldn’t come about either let alone its perfect growth after all. I believe that’s what perfect really means whether or not we have discovered it.
The son goes on to say, “And we won’t get tired because what makes us tired now will be gone-Gone forever.
As a very little boy I was once thrown into nearby bushes beside a road to one of our gardens in Santa Cruz. One of my bigger cousins did that because he was very angry about the no-response role by which I had played. The throwing of me into the bush seemed to be the quiet version of “you are an empty and good-for-nothing speaker who is disconnected from its amplification source”.
After few words had ever made their way out through my mouth, I became as quiet as dump as many commons thought. The first four significant years of my life unfolded with my grandmother taking care of me all by herself. There was no time for me to speak or respond to saying occurrences or other natural communication occurrences. Perhaps I was thinking too much about my missing mother and father. I couldn’t use my mouth to speak because my brain was busily communicating to itself.
From the mind it spills out through my hand on paper now because of the free atmosphere in which one could say what ought to be said without being stuck and shy if l were to talk literally.
Through this writing reassortment I could prove the cousin concerned wrong. I am not that person with speech defects and or impairment any more as l was. Rather that speech problem has been operated and has grown into something beautiful on paper just like you read and heard here now.
These indicate that we can build on our weaknesses and failures as the sure foundation of worthwhile strength to success and self-betterment.
Therefore, as a young teacher, I encourage all young Solomon Islanders, especially the ones people refer to as dull and good-for-nothing and all sorts of whatever, to believe in themselves by looking through this lens, “I’ll go one better than the other clever mediocre minds”.
Hezekiah R. Wane