EFKA

“You’ve got a big dream. And if you’ve got any brains, one of the ways you can have the world stare at you is to become bare, nude, and empty just like the mad man over there.” “hahahahahaha!!!! You must be kidding. I shan’t become bare, never! Even if is the last thing I have to do to get out of this precarious, unstable, and fragile situation.” replied Nahou. "I now perfectly understand why normal people strip themselves out on the streets in a bid to become successful" thought Nahou. "Come on Nahou, that's not what I mean. You can strip off your clothes a million times over, but do nothing and you will NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. It is just a pretentious act prescribed by certain groups for their members to become rich. It is nothing but a meaningless construct of which people are blind to observe and practice on a regular. Success does not come from stripping off one's clothes round the round-about. Success comes from tilling, sowing, nurturing and harvesting genuinely. To be bare means to search to the core of your heart, your core contribution to humanity." Explained EFKA “That nothing is stable, that everything is fluid in this world of humans is the source of their madness.” Said EFKA. Did you just say you can never be bare? Be prepared to never get the world stare at you for a moment. In addition, that’s because your notion on bareness-nude-and empty are still very shallow. You’ve got a lot to learn” responded EFKA In the city, there’s chaos, there are people who make a lot of noise, a city where humans have deliberately taken up the hearts of lions and sharks, but the brains of humans because they want to earn rubies and cowries and in the process engage in so many battles. They kill their very own because they are consumed by the fact that to do so, will translate to wealth. They engage in many superstitious beliefs which are detrimental to the very ones they make claims to love. Meantime, EFKA although right close to Nahou who is walking back home, spins around, swirls, transforms into air and distorts the peace and calm once again of the city. His presence makes the clouds become duller, the sun is shaded by the clouds, the temperature drops, and on every lip, everyone, but Nahou feels a sudden gush of cold air-very chilling feel. Some pick up temperatures as a result. Some just yawn, some feel the presence of a strange being, others just ignore the change in moment. It is something they never notice as they grapple with the next big thing on their lists. Every one wonders where this rather strange wind must have come from. EFKA who is now transformed in to air ensures that every breath taken allows him to gain entry into the persons’ brain. He is in search for one person; a "successful person". He searches and in under a minute, he returns to say this to Nahou who is slowly walking home so he’d have enough time to digest what goes on through the successful mind. “opppppoofhhhh!!!” EFKA exhales. There is none here who’s successful. There’s technically none, and I am not surprised by it though.” “What do you mean? That all these people with posh cars and mansions with so much power aren’t successful? You must be mental. And please forgive me if that hurts.” “I cannot be hurt by mere words; what the French call ‘parole’ and ‘langue’. It takes much more than words to hurt my heart. In fact, I don’t get hurt for to say I get hurt would tantamount to pain and pain is something I have absolutely zero feel for, but I do see people cry and I understand that pain, hurts.” “What do we do now? How do we find someone who is successful? Asked Nahou. “I’ve got to learn and I’ve got to make it big in this world. There is no stop. The world has got to stop and watch me, or read me. I must assume that position of success.” “That’s the spirit Nahou. But talking it does not make you one. What resonates with the minds of everyone here is their constant quest to make it big, to be like those you consider/regard successful. Their problem is the talk. They are not thinking about ideas-they are not trying things out to see if it works or not. Their entire life time is trapped, almost enslaved. The Creator is pretty unhappy about people who just sit and talk and not think about ideas that could transform their working conditions because the Creator has equipped them with all that they need to use to evolve. I shall not speak on behalf of the creator unless I consider it critical.” As Nahou and EFKA discussed things, they walked past Naah who was parking up some food commodities meant for sale. Naah had been selling vegetables, ‘bellicies’ (fruit used in cooking) and other cash crops year in year out with no change. Her routine for over 20 years was basically the same, but nothing about her business had changed only that she was growing older and weaker. “Lenaaaaaaaaa” Naah called out to the little girl-her grandchild. Come over here and park these stuffs with me.” She commanded. “I don’t want to be late for church.” Nahou and EFKA could hear her, and what intrigued EFKA was how incredibly close Lenaaaa was to Naah, yet, Naah was incredibly loud on calling her. “Has Lena got some ear problems?” EFKA was not accustomed to obtaining answers from other people. He transformed into air and got into Lena’s brains. He got there just in time as Lena questioned and grumbled, “Why is Naah shouting? For God’s sake I can hear you.” “What sort of cold air is this? Haaaa the weather here is so unpredictable.” Naah complained. EFKA could hear Naah but he was on a mission to retrieve stored content from the brain, but that would mean, the person would be too cold and the longer he stayed the colder the person felt and the person could take ill before recovering. His long stay in any person’s mind would bring a theatrical change in the person’s thoughts and behaviour. He was in there searching for data that was uttered two minutes ago. It was like like clicking on a stored file, opening up the files, running through the list to find the second in which an utter was made. He ran his eyes through faster. Naah was getting colder and not staying quiet about it. She nagged-she called to have her thick Cardigan. Parking up her completely moved to the back of her cereberum and she was now acting on her medulla which caused her to shiver. “The devil is a liar. I must go to church.” She said. “Haaaaa, found it!” Said EFKA. “Naah wanted us to know she is a church person, and for us to think that she’s pious and that’s why she was incredibly loud." EFKA then left Naah's brains and when EFKA did, she became sweaty, pulled off the cardigan that was just brought to her and she appeared normal. “Hmmmm!!! what strangeness!” she exclaimed. “One can easily get upset with the pettiness people concentrate on. People have the most incredible power bestowed upon them by the Creator. They have the power to overcome all else, to control all else, but they are busy chasing peanuts. In their pursuit of peanuts, they think little. Chasing peanuts is quite a laborious task. They’ve got such huge resilience to chase peanuts without change of condition. The problem is contentment. When you humans are content, not satisfied because to be satisfied would be to have it in abundance-and to be content would mean to make do with what one has. The brains that harbour content harbour no desire to move forward-no desire to progress.” “I wish I could have you forever, to sit here and think things through with me.” Said Nahou. I am now part of you; I wrapped you through hours to a place of rescue and in the process, you were consumed by my light EFKA explained. I see...., I now understand why my brains constantly reminded me that EFKA IS LIGHT!!! Nahou replied.