The Peacock - Act Three
Characters: Adijat Faruq, Paul John, Sunday Hope, Monday Okorocha, Blessing Jonah, Isaiah Joel, Hammed Faruq, Mrs. John, Mr. Hope, all primary- three pupils; and the existing characters in acts one and two
Act Three Scene One
A week before the resumption of another term, the school administrator, the head teacher and other teaching staff are having a meeting in preparation for the new term.
Mrs. Udonmaji: I welcome you all back to school. Also, I want to commend you for your unremitting efforts while implementing pedagogical activities during the peak of the brutal and virulent disease which overwhelmed the whole world last term. May God utterly lower its head, and enter the heart of our leaders to put in place, right preventive measures that would totally cease the existence of it this term. God shall also console the families of the victims of it.
Teachers: Amen ma.
Mrs. Udonmaji: Now, we are in a new term. As declared by the government of this state, we are going back to the normal school time whereby school opens from 7.00am to2.00pm with all the pupils present in the school; rather than morning and afternoon classes we had last term.
Miss Folakemi: (in a very happy mood) Glory be to God for that; at least we will have enough time to complete the scheme of works for this term, contrary to the last term that the school was split into two (i.e. morning class for lower classes while afternoon, for the upper primary).
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (Soliloquising) which term my boss did finish the scheme of works for her class? Since I have got to this school, she has never taught her pupils up to the fifth week scheme of works out of eleven weeks of normal classroom teaching before examination period.
Miss Ewuoso: (Murmurs to Mr. Oshinowo’s ears) a tortoise with an eye service
Mr. Oshinowo: (Smiles)
Mrs. Udonmaji: Where is Mr. Ogunkola by the way?
Mr. Oshinowo: He did not come.
Miss Folakemi: Oh, he mailed me yesterday that he would be coming on Monday of the resumption because he had an emergence to attend to.
Mrs. Udonmaji: Okay, there will be a little development this term; class teachers of every class will be changed: this means if you are in primary six for instance, you may be posted to primary two. What every teacher needs to do is to accelerate the learning speed and ability of pupils in the new class they find themselves. Details of the change will be sent to the school’s Whatsapp group platform.
Teachers: Okay ma.
Mrs. Udonmaji: You can go to get all that are necessary for classroom teachings against next week.
Teachers: Okay ma, thanks (Teachers leave the hall).
Mrs. Udonmaji: (to Miss Folakemi) it remains you and I here, please always acknowledge the contributions and suggestions of your subjects in any deliberations. Don’t hold every decision to yourself. A leader that listens not to others’ views will end up in achieving nothing. Listening to others makes one wise. Of course, a maxim says that it is someone else wisdom that does not allow the elderly person to be called an insane. Don’t forget, Miss Folakemi, that these people are trained teachers; if you give room to their views, you will become a seasoned one in the teaching field.
Miss Folakemi: Thanks ma.
On Monday morning of the resumption, the head teacher and teachers, after welcoming and addressing pupils in the hall, gather in front of primary-three class for a brief meeting.
Miss Folakemi: Good morning. I believe we all saw the message on the Whatsapp platform about the change of class?
Mr. Ogunkola: change of class?
Miss Folakemi: You were not around last week. Mrs. Udonmaji said that the class teachers would be changed across all the classes.
Mr. Ogunkola: Okay.
Miss Folakemi: Check the Whatsapp platform for details.
Mr. Ogunkola: I will do that after this meeting.
Miss Folakemi: Please, let us endeavour to be writing our lesson notes for all the twelve subjects. And
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (Interrupts) do you normally write lesson notes for the aforementioned number of subjects?
Miss Folakemi: Are you interrogating me?
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Not really but I just ask.
Miss Folakemi; Of course I do.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Okay, I will say you said that.
Miss Folakemi: You should also be mindful of the importance of instructional materials in the classroom teaching and learning. We do accentuate this all the time; please, imbibe this habit.
Mr. Ogunkola: Please Miss Folakemi, I want to implore you to always make the stationery available, especially the whiteboard markers; so that it won’t be delaying classroom activities before you get to school from travelling every Monday, or you are absent from school.
Mr. Oshinowo: I think all the stationery should be kept where all the teachers will have access to them.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: All the stationery was kept in shelf inside the ICT room before she packed them to her room.
Miss Ewuoso: But why did you pack all these items to your room Miss Folakemi?
Miss Folakemi: for security sake
Teachers: (Expressing their dissatisfaction to the keeping of the important teaching materials in Miss Folakemi’s room) you are treating us like pupils.
In nursery one where Mrs. Oluyinka is, Mrs. Oluyinka, while teaching pupils how to write letters of alphabet, was interrupted by Miss Folakemi.
Miss Folakemi: (to Mrs. Oluyinka) what are you doing? I told you the day you came to me, asking for exercise books for these pupils that this is not part of the works you ought to engage them in at this level.
Mrs. Oluyinka: But we need to expose them to handwriting at this early stage, so that writing on notes won’t be a hindrance to their academic achievements in the succeeding classes.
Miss Folakemi: No, I will tell you categorically that you are wrong with that your own view. What they need at this level is mainly ‘rote’. You ought to engage them in memorisation, repetition and recitation, and watching of videos to catch fun.
Mrs. Oluyinka: But Miss Folakemi, we can’t rule out writing, I meant, engaging them in handwriting method, in order to make their hands flexible enough in writing. By virtue of profession, I tell you it is necessary.
Miss Folakemi: Oh, I don’t know that your responsibility in this school as a classroom teacher has been extended to teacher of teachers, particularly teacher of the superior teacher.
Mrs. Oluyinka: Not what you think o, I just feel that I should say what is necessary and relevant to them.
Miss Folakemi: Please I beg, don’t let us argue on this issue again; obey the authority.
Mrs. Oluyinka: Yes ma; I’m so sorry for crossing to your lane, forgive me please.
Miss Folakemi: (in anger) No! No! That is a wrong mindset, a hypocritical apology.
Mrs. Oluyinka: (in a surprise state) what did I say and what are you saying?
Miss Folakemi: No I repeat; I don’t welcome that your plea.
Miss Ewuoso: (Enters nursery one to acquaint herself with the cause of the outburst in the class) Miss Folakemi, take it easy. What happened?
Miss Folakemi: God bless you for the question. I have been telling Mrs. Oluyinka to exempt her pupils from any writing activities at this stage.
Miss Ewuoso: I think we should incite these pupils to a writing culture right from this stage.
Miss Folakemi: (Asks a question solemnly) why did you all sleep, turning your heads in the same direction? I am disappointed in you Miss Ewuoso.
Miss Ewuoso: No, I think
Miss Folakemi; You think what? You are still repeating what I’m trying to correct here.
Mrs. Oluyinka: (Being agape, she sits in front of her pupils)
Two pupils are brought to school by their parents after a week suspension from school, as a result of their unruly behaviours.
Mrs. John and Mr. Hope: Good morning ma.
Miss Folakemi: Good morning.
Mrs. John: I brought Paul to school; he has been staying at home since last week. I came to you several times last week, while he was in staying-home period, because of him; but no audience was given by you.
Mr. Hope: I did the same thing, starting from the first day of Sunday’s stay at home; but the same action you did perform as Mrs. John said earlier. All the same, we thank God that you attend to us today.
Miss Folakemi: (to Mr. Hope and Mrs. John) did they tell you what they did?
Mr. Hope: I asked but Sunday did not tell me anything regarding his suspension from school.
Mrs. John: I also asked but Paul was unable to tell me the exact thing he did.
Miss Folakemi: (to Paul John and Sunday Hope) you are in front of your parents; tell them what two of you did.
Paul John: (looking downward)
Sunday Hope: (in an absolute silence with a frown)
Miss Folakemi: I’m talking to you; can’t you talk to your parents? (To their parents) your children are causing disorderliness in the school; they neither hearken to instructions nor listening attentively in the class during classroom activities. What they normally do are talking and laughing during lessons. (Pointing at Sunday Paul) see Sunday, having audacity to frown at me while I was asking them to express themselves in the presence of their parents.
Mr. Hope: (Moves near Sunday and slaps him) let get home, you will see hell today.
Miss Folakemi: Please don’t beat him; beating is out of this situation.
Mrs. John: Please, pardon me for what I want to say o. We brought these children to school for proper moral upbringing which can only result from thorough discipline. I think the attitude of ‘sparing the rod and spoiling the child’ is greatly bad.
Mr. Hope: You are right; even the Holy Bible attests it that ‘exists in the heart of toddlers/children, is stubbornness; and this can be driven out from their heart by the use of cane’.
Mrs. John: Yeah! If the bible can say that, why are we saying we should not beat them? If at all; at all at all, you choose not to beat them ma, why can’t you give them any other punishments in the school, rather than suspending them for a whole week? As I said before, we brought them here so that their life and characters would be well shaped.
Miss Folakemi: (in a great confusion)
In primary three, Mr. Faseunfunmi and his pupils are searching for a missing biscuits that was brought to school by Monday Okorocha.
Monday Okorocha: (Crying in the class after coming back from sanitation of the school environment) huh huh huh, who took it here? (Combing his school bag) I put it in the bag, who took it?
Mr. Faseunfunmi: What is it?
Monday Okorocha: (Coughing) my biscuit
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Where did you put it?
Monday Okorocha: inside my school bag
Mr. Faseunfunmi: And you did not see it when you came back to class after sanitation?
Monday Okorocha: Yes sir.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (to the whole class) Stand up everybody; I said stand up! (Brings out a cane) who took the biscuit inside his bag?
The pupils: (in a panic condition) No o, we did not take anything o.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: I’m not asking you to answer for other persons; answer for yourself. Now, we are on a serious note, who took the biscuit? Tell me the truth.
Isaiah Joel: I, as for me, did not take any biscuit from his bag.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Then, who took it among you? Who did you see, entering the class or coming out of the class during sanitation? Is there anybody that you noticed or suspected to have entered the class, and/or stolen the biscuit?
Blessing Jonah: No sir (pauses for a while); but I saw Adijat Faruq at a distance when she was coming out of the class during sanitation.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: You saw her?
Blessing Jonah: Yes sir.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (to Adijat Faruq) Stand up.
Adijat Faruq: No, I did not take any biscuit o.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Just come (sees something brown and dusty on her lips) please tell me the truth, what is this on your lips and cheek?
Adijat Faruq: (Crying seriously) it’s garri that I ate this morning.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: But this does not look like garri, tell me the truth.
Mr. Oshinowo: (Enters the class and interferes) I heard you say that this one I’m looking at on your cheek and lips is garri, right?
Adijat Faruq: No, I did not eat biscuit o.
Mr. Oshinowo: No one said you ate the biscuit; but there is a similarity between the allegation raised against you, and what I am looking at on your cheek. This is biscuit dust, not garri.
Adijat Faruq: I did not eat his own biscuit o. It was the biscuit I brought to school from home that I ate o.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (in anger) why are you lying, you said before that you ate garri; now you are saying that it’s biscuit. Don’t worry; you will follow me to your younger brother’s class to confirm your claim to have being the one that owned the biscuit you ate. (To her) follow me.
Two of them leave for primary one with Mr. Oshinowo.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (to Hammed Faruq) Hammed, Hammed
Hammed Faruq: Sir
Mr. Faseunfunmi: What did you bring to school today?
Hammed Faruq: No, we did not bring anything to school this morning. We ate from home.
Mr. Oshinowo: Your sister said that you brought biscuit to school; is that true?
Hammed Faruq: Eeh! (Places his two hands on his head) she is lying o, (to Adijat) you know that this is what you always do at home which makes our mother to beat you; (to Mr. Faseunfunmi) she is lying o. Our mother did not give us money, so what did she use to buy the biscuit?
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (to Adijat) answer the question that your brother asked. What did you use to buy the biscuit: leaf or sand?
Adijat Faruq: (Could not talk again, but continues weeping)
Mr. Oshinowo: (to her) you took Monday’s biscuit?
Adijat Faruq: (Still weeping) yes
Mr. Oshinowo: So, why were you lying since?
They go back to primary three.
Miss Folakemi: (Enters and asks about what happened)
Mr. Faseunfunmi: (to Miss Folakemi) she stole Monday’s biscuit and she has eaten it.
Miss Folakemi: (to Adijat) what! (Turns to Mr. Faseunfunmi in a relaxed manner after a while) this is what will happen. I think this girl needs counselling; serious one she needs.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: But don’t you think she needs a punishment in front of the class which will discourage other pupils from doing such a bad act?
Miss Folakemi: She does not deserve humiliation from us.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: But she has been humiliated already because her class mates heard what she did and they are looking at her presently. If you just let the issue goes like that, others can do the same thing. They ought to learn from any punishment given to her due to her misconduct.
Miss Folakemi: (Stuttering) eehm eehm eehm; all the same, giving punishment, beating or whatever you called it is not the solution. I must tell you; we need to device an appropriate strategy that will totally erase that act from her heart. Therefore, I will organise a week counselling section for her; with that, I believe that she will change.
Mr. Faseunfunmi: Okay o (sitting on his chair).
Miss Folakemi: (Leaves the class and comes back again) please Adijat, come.
Adijat Faruq: (Goes to her)
Miss Folakemi: Follow me to the hall (Soliloquising while she is going) Mr. Faseunfunmi will start beating her if I do not take her away from the class; all in his brain is beating: he is as cruel as a lion amidst other animals, particularly the young animals (to Adijat after they got to the hall) you will sit here till the closing time, don’t go to the class o, okay?
Adijat Faruq: yes ma; thanks ma.
The Evil of Unemployment in Nigeria
The menace caused by the evil of unemployment cannot be overemphasised. Youth who are supposed to be fully engaged in their various jobs are neglected by the Government. What are the consequences of unemployment in Nigeria?
The first consequence of unemployment is hunger. A proverb says: “A hungry man is an angry man.” A hungry man will never play with anybody when he is hungry. In Nigeria today, many people are battling with ulcers because they have nothing to eat. However, some of them continue to nurse this ailment which claims their life. It is only when people have what they do for a living that they can eat the food of their choice. Even the Bible supports the dignity of labour when the Apostle Paul says in Thessalonians 3:10: ”For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: if a man will not work, he shall not eat.” But what happens when somebody ready to work is not employed by Nigeria Government, should s/he be starved? Even if the Government cannot employ everybody, there should be soft loans for them to establish their own business. The Government has failed in this regard. We all know that a hungry man will not allow hunger to kill him; he will rather engage in criminality. There was an instance during COVID-19 lockdown in Nigeria where people moved from one house to another to steal food. It may sound ludicrous but the Government has not been helpful in this regard.
The second consequence of unemployment is poverty. How do you expect the unemployed to alleviate poverty in society? The unemployed find it difficult to provide for themselves the necessities of life. Poverty aggravates good medical care. Once the unemployed fall sick, they find it difficult to treat themselves. Pregnant women are not left out of this challenge. They are being denied proper medical service just because they have no money, the result of which is an untimely death.
A society where unemployment is pervasive is likely to witness crimes such as robbery, kidnapping, drug trafficking, prostitution among others. Nigerian Government has paved the way for kidnapping to be a lucrative job. Hardly a day passes by that you will not hear news reports on kidnapping. The kidnapper’s target is now school children. After these school children have been kidnapped, they demand exorbitant ransom. What a shame in a democratic era!
Furthermore, unemployment has also destabilised the full essence of democracy in Nigeria. Gainful employment is one of the rights of an individual in a democratic system of Government. Nigeria Government has failed to grant its citizens the right. The government inability to grant its citizens the full essence of democracy has led to people engaging in banditry. Whenever Nigeria youth protest, the government chases through its forces. One could hardly think of the genocide that happened at Lekki Tollgate during the endSARs protest. Had it been that these youth are gainfully employed, they would not have stormed the street to protest against bad governance.
Unemployment has also widened the dichotomy between the rich and the poor in society. Those who are fortunate to make it see others as lazy. It is very disheartening when Nigeria President, General Mohammad Buhari said that Nigeria youth are lazy. He, therefore, advised Nigeria youth to engage in farming. The question that comes to one’s mind will be: “Has the Buhari-led administration provided the youth soft loan to engage in agriculture? No! It, therefore, shows that actions speak louder than words. The gap between the haves and have nots is created by the Nigeria Government.
How can unemployment be eradicated in Nigeria? Government can eradicate all forms of unemployment by taking some of the recommendations below. One, the Government should provide registered unemployed soft loans to help them start their own business. By doing so, the Government will not only be the giver of fish but trains its citizens how to fish. The wise ones can turn it around to flourish in a big business.
Government should also ensure that those who are due for retirement be allowed to retire to give room for new intakes.
Government should provide security in each state of the federation to allow local and international investors to establish industries that will provide job opportunities for the unemployed.
‘I guess this soul is nicely plump, isn’t it?’, Kosińska chirped merrily.
Angel Anatol Kosiński took his eyes off the ectoplasmic newspaper and looked at his wife questioningly.
‘Well, it’s ready, no?’, Kosińska kept on asking.
‘OK, I’ll cut the life line.’
The freshly slayed corporeality withered in no time. A fine-looking soul emerged.
The Kosińskis hastily cast an astral net. The soul screamed while tossing desperately.
Yet, they were insensitive to its little drama. They quickly passed it into the heavenly butcher’s paws. He skilfully dealt with the task in a trice skinning the soul’s whole being.
That holiday the angelic Kosińskis were enjoying fresh soul sausage.
Once upon a time there was me.
And an idea, also.
We didn’t originate in close proximity.
In fact, we birthed thousands of miles apart.
While I was growing in all directions,
the idea merely set about perfecting itself.
I met people. I developed interests.
The idea became satisfied with its own worth.
Then I travelled. Into its realm as it so happened.
That’s why the idea popped into my head.
I actually believed that I had thought of it.
The idea knew better but it didn’t let on.
And here I am in this whole other place.
It’s right where the idea wants me.
Hard to believe in my long life with you,
that there was once a time when I had no idea.
The little boy asked his mother, “Why is apou Liantuang pu always talking and smiling to himself”? The mother squeezed a little tighter her son’s soft hands and spoke softly, “Don’t speak so loudly. His family might hear you and they may feel embarrassed. I’ve already told you that he was lured away by the spirits of the forest. He disappeared for a long time and when he got back to the village, he has not been himself. Remember, if you hear beautiful songs in the forest, don’t go looking for the source. It might be the forest spirits looking for a partner,” replied his mother.
Liantuang pu was a very courageous and a generous man who was always willing to help out the villagers. But that was before he was spirited away. These days, he sits all day, his mind somewhere else. He was there, but all of him was not there for his family.
Liantuang pu heard one of the most melodious songs he had ever heard in his life. He stopped abruptly and asked his hunter friend, “Do you hear that”?
“Shhss. Don’t speak so loudly. Listen. I think the singing came from that side,” he answered. He looked towards his left, and took a few steps towards the direction where he thought he heard the singing came from. His friend paused awhile to listen, but he did not hear anything, except for the forest sounds. He said, “Liantuang pu, (Liantuang’s father) you must have imagined it. I did not hear anything. Let’s move on. We will not be able to reach our hunting spot before night fall if we do not hurry.”
They moved forward, quickening their steps. The forest seemed like it had gone to sleep. Every living being seemed to be holding their breath, but the two hunters were unaware of anything unusual at that moment, so intent they were to move on. They were the best hunters in the village. They had spent most of their forty years in the forest, hunting and bringing back game for their village. That day, they had not taken their hunting dog.
Their wives had insisted that they take their dogs for hunting. To take at least one of the dogs. It was believed by the villagers that a dog could see spirits and when it does, it gives a high pitch whining. It was a practice of the hunters to go into the forest with a dog. They not only warn them of spirits, but helped the hunters to chase down a prey. Also, they are good companions.
Liantuang pu and his friend moved quickly and crossed the rivulet. They had now entered the thicker part of the forest. Both of them did not say much, but both instinctively felt that something was following them. They grew silent and the forest was eerily silent too. Their intimate knowledge of the forest and their experience told them something was amiss today. Then, a branch moved and a bird flew away. The two hunters saw a patch of brown skin move away through the thick foliage.
It was a young deer. Liangtuang pu and his friend looked at each other. They used sign language to go separate ways to track the deer, though it was past after noon. As soon as they parted ways, Liantuan pu heard the melodious song again. It seemed to float in on wings of gossamer. Liantuang pu did not remember that he should not listen to the song intently. He did not realize it could be the female spirit trying to lure him away. The haunting melody surrounded and caressed him. He felt the tiredness in his muscles melt away like the mist of the morning dew when the sun peeps out from the mountain top. The enchanting words captivated him and made him feel young again. He remembered his wife. He strained his ears and moved towards the direction where the music seemed to come from. He took a step forward and then another and another. He soon heard the brook bubbling. He did not remember he was not supposed to cross it. He looked ahead and then saw an amazingly beautiful woman across the rivulet. He could see only her long luxuriant hair cascading down like a waterfall. She continued singing. He slowly walked towards her in a trance and crossed the river.
Liantuang pu was flying through the sky with the beautiful female forest spirit. The mountain became blue, then green and then opaque blue. The mists floated through them and when it wafted upwards, the rocks below were exposed. He could see all the wild flowers swaying and swirling to the enchanted forest song. He could not take his eyes away from them. It was a most beautiful sight. He blinked hard to see if it was all real. The female forest spirit’s hair painted shapes of animals and birds as it flew this way, and that way. The trees would grow tall and suddenly shrink away into the distant horizon.
When Liangtuang pu woke up, he found himself sleeping on soft green moss on the side of the mountain. The female forest spirit then came and sat down beside him. Suddenly there appeared all sorts of beautiful mushrooms around them. Liantuang pu tried hard to remember where he was and what was he doing here with this beautiful woman. From somewhere in the ancient pass he seemed to remember he was not supposed to eat mushrooms offered to him by beautiful women from the forest. As soon as some memory began to take shape in his mind, the aroma of the mushrooms filled his nostrils and the half formed memories receded till he could remember nothing. Liantuang pu by now was quite hungry and accepted the food offered to him. The moss and ferns grew more beautiful, the flowers bloomed brighter and the trees grew enormous. The female forest spirit said in the softest voice, “Be happy. You are home now. Breathe. You’ll have to learn how to speak without words”.
The high mountain cliff became his home now. The green moss his softest bed. The ferns his footstool and the running brook his music. Every day he was brought mushroom delicacies he had never eaten before. He started to run on air and fly in his wakeful dreams. His feet never felt any pain even when he landed on stony paths. He witness the man-turned tigers roaming below. He saw the bird that was once an orphan. He saw the cruel step-mother who was banished from the village. Some days he could see them all in one place, some days in different places, but they never saw him. He was becoming more and more like the forest spirit. Everywhere and nowhere, heard but not seen. By now he had learnt to communicate with the spirits without speaking.
Baulung, the hunter friend of Liantuang pu did not have to track the dear for long when he was able to spear it and killed it. He cut it up and carried whatever he could and traced back to where he had parted ways with his friend. It was getting dark. He was surprised to see the spear and the shield of his friend on the ground. A sliver of fear ran up his spine. He feared the worst. But on closer examination, he could not see any blood or scene of any struggle. Then he froze on remembering that his friend had heard the forest song. He had to decide quickly whether to find a place for the night or head back to his village.
Baulung reached back his village in the middle of the night. The night watchers quickly rounded up some of the sturdiest youths and set out to find Liantuang pu. They were convinced now that he had been rahjaitat, spirited away by the female forest spirit. The conversations in the village after the search party left were hushed. Nobody went back to sleep. Only few fortunate families got back their loved ones from the spirits. Liantuang pui, the mother of Liantuang and her brother –in-law went to the village priest at the break of dawn, a rooster in her hand. She begged the priest to offer it for sacrifice to have her husband back.
The search party sent back a youth to the village to tell they were not successful in their mission. Around mid-morning, Liantuang pu’s family prepared food for the search party. More village youths and young fathers joined the search party.
Even after weeks of searching for Liantuang pu, there was no trace of him. He seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Every evening Liantuang, the young son went to bed with the hope of seeing his father, but woke up every morning to bad news. He missed his father very much.
Years passed since Liantuang pu went missing, but his wife never gave up offering sacrifices and praying for her husband’s safe return.
The female forest spirit continued to teach Liantuang pu enchanting songs and continued to feed him rare delicacies of mushrooms. As time went by, Liantuang pu started to have dreams of his wife and sometimes his son. But as soon as he woke up, the dream immediately faded away like the mountain mist and he had no recollection. The female forest spirit tried hard to make him her husband. It was the prayer and sacrifice of his wife that was protecting him.
As time went by, Liantuang pu’s dream of his wife and son got stronger and stronger. One day he was able to remember it even after waking up. He pretended to eat the mushroom food given to him. He went without food for many days. Then one day he was able to remember everything about his life and his village.
One day, as Liantuang pui was working in her garden, a stranger with tattered clothes and long unkempt hair turned up. She was startled at first, but on closer look, the stranger was her husband. She could not feel her legs. She sat down and cried.
“Liantuang, Liantuang. Liantuang pui. I have come back, I have come back”. These were the words Liantuang pu murmured over and over again as he sat outside his house all day long and smiled to himself.
Self-Imposed Psyche of Subjugation
An Indian Girl Psyche: Free of Beliefs or Self-imposed Psyche of Subjugation
Being an Indian girl child has become quite difficult to conclude only at a single perception of traditional and obvious expectations of society besides family members. India, now an independent country, developing one too but the convictions of people who belong to rigid and orthodox upbringing can’t let someone do as per their own need and contentment, especially when it’s a Girl. Though the present article doesn’t centre on a single matter of female suppression in a male patriarchal society. These ostensible, pseudo civilized and undoubtedly educated people remain still to the level of getting free of impression. It is an urge to explore the thought process of female society, going wrong with Narrow Perception of being suppressed.
Though the legendary beliefs are existed only because of those who allowed others to suppress them and enforced them to remain subservient in any society, culture or stream. It’s a psychological fact that many people like to be submissive and so-called obedient to their made masters, would have a rule like anything and come to be a tradition for the rest of all. It’s not only for females or a particular gender but it’s an exterior factor for all the respective who apply their fake alacrity of being devoted and get lost forever!
However, a girl can expect sympathy, love, pity but not freedom according to many. While attending school, a girl is always taught how to talk to others, how to maintain discipline, what to do to keep in touch with others but not to be free of fear to express without faltering. I have observed many school children who get nervous and numb when they need to talk to male teachers and male students. It’s also true that in some cases, girls get more liberty and freedom to be within male groups to maintain their sophisticated high standards. But the reality is different with the issues of upbringing and atmosphere when parents used to expect them to be conservative and keep themselves in a limited social circle.
Many of these girls suffer a lot when they have to express and present themselves in front of many, enduring a lack of confidence and feeling disbelief for their progress and abilities. Thus, the problem of Indian Psyche is not just a matter of the vision toward the upbringing of a girl child but the aftermath of their exposure and actions too which affects the male students equally in the manner of expressing conveniently.
At the primary level, the notion and the way of treatment given by the teachers are much more prominent in various competitions. The Non-Field Competitions are adequately motivated by teachers to girls as they’re sufficiently capable in the literary area and not in the other field-exposures according to many fanatics. It’s their unfortunates who think in a scanty bay and didn’t allow the most representable and active students of various streams both in sports, technical as well in different competitions.
I have faced many issues of being one of the permissive and liberal girls of my class and reacting confidently without thinking twice. It was one of my weak points according to a few, which later on I came to realize that my teachers played an important role in moulding my character and made me capable of being one of the confident, firm and well-formed personalities. Being a girl from an interior developing village, it became too difficult for me to cope with the primary activities troubling with many barriers of financial and social struggle that occurred throughout. Economically my family could hardly bear my schooling and stationary provisions. Fortunately, I was a sincere and well to do student, and did much better than expected. I earned satisfactory scores finally with the support of my parents and dears but it couldn’t be a conclusion.
This discrimination of power vs. knowledge, ability vs. dominance, willingness vs. Insatiable leisure. Issues I faced after getting admitted to a college that was far from my home and it took more than an hour to reach. Such suffocation of travelling from bus and auto-rickshaw began in the early morning till late eve with different people and unknown faces of forbidden minds. The way they look at the female remains the worst endurance. The way they take a seat and how they offer others a seat or space was quite disgusting. Educating myself in a girl’s school, it was a rough idea to reach a pure conclusion of whether I would be the same at multi-gender College as I was in the school of Only girls.
I dropped the idea of being alone or suppressed myself but I allow myself to fly in that open sky where I could do anything, where I could find the wings to reach beyond without that discrimination of psychological barriers which I observed earlier in schools. Luckily I wasn’t in those schools of total restriction on being expressive and diverse. But later when I met many male students and teachers during my higher studies, for whom my personal experience made me rethink the formation of Indian Social norms and notions.
The typicality of thought process for rigidity of even selection of vocational courses was also a serious matter for constant observation by so-called well-wishers. A prefixed extent of elderly mind to follow certain courses and educational degrees by girls especially leads the individual to suppress and hide their talent and interest for the actual area to delve. I selected the one in which I was interested. I took the area called Arts where I could find a way to express and represent this hypocritical society by using different genres of literary terms. I could write and read much better than those of restricted minds. This proved perhaps the best opportunity for me and my career as an author and poet which I feel flourished and nourished with the span of years.
The conclusion made up of many streaming issues of difference between gender, education, marriage, high-law class society, casteism, reservation policies and many more couldn’t reach any end as it’s the deteriorating condition of Indian society full of hypocrites and whited sepulchre. I have observed many people competing themselves with unknown challenges to win the same unknown outcome. Many have already applied the misconception of manipulating by showing self-satisfaction and suffering their inner will.
Being a directive and path maker for many, as an author, I have started to observe the world and crisis differently and have accepted it as a challenge. Particularly in COVID ERA, when people are losing hopes and aspirations, as a responsible writer I have begun to think on the tradition of instability in a certain order which was stated before centuries when there was no technology and science itself. The only way to find a satisfactory identity is to have peace of mind and not to compete with oneself. People are striving for their lives in this fickle flying period.
The only way to get the destination of a heavenly abode called Ecstatic Arrival can be getting by selfless efforts without following any discriminating criteria and creating gaps between humans, harming Mother Nature and Globe and avoiding the so-called ranking system to achieve the First.
I came across many hurdles while practising various changes and challenges which I could hardly bear with the bitter experiences and compromising with circumstances. Sometimes I had to look into the past to recreate those worst experiences to foresee the future capabilities to get a cure and find a certain solution.
No fixed mind can make a fixed belief of being a pure and individual identity, limited from nothing that controlled and is diverse…