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TRUTH


It is a bitter pill of life that any man or woman that desire to stand the test of time must swallow, yet when you swallow it you become the enemy of many in the society. It is trampled upon daily by men and their schemes, yet it prevails with time and always stands tall at the end of the day. You can frustrate it but it cannot prostrate to you.

When you hear the word truth, what comes to your mind? Just like the word “Love”, it is very obvious that truth over the years has received subjective, myopic and relative interpretations and applications by many people. Hence, you can hear someone saying: “What is true for you is true for you and what is true for me is true for me”. Such statement about truth has kept me in constant dialectics within myself.

Truth is the state or quality of being true. It entails faithfulness, fidelity, conformity to fact or reality, correctness and accuracy. In its real sense and essence truth is everything that negates to falsehood, deceit, hypocrisy and mediocrity. Truth is the ultimate test of time, actions and inactions of men.

Truth is a universal absolute that cut across ethnic, racial and national borders. Its interpretations and applications bows to no sentiment or selfish understanding of men. Seriously, how can what is true to you be “The Truth” even when it is a lie? Again how can my truth be “The Truth” when I can be self centred?  Truth is far beyond all these and it would be a grievous mistake to straightjacket it to fit the perceptions and understanding of men.

Truth is a principle of life, it is meant to guide the ways of men and not the other way round. Any attempt to twist the truth in any little way to fit our subjective sentiments means we are living a lie. God is truth and truth is God, when we live by the dictates of God we are living by the truth. “And you will know the truth and the truth will set you free”, any attempt to accommodate a lie in thoughts, words and actions make us slaves.

George Braque one said “Truth exists; only falsehood has to be invented”. Truth is something factual that corresponds to reality or facts that really exist. Truth has no end, truth is a universal absolute, any subjective interpretation and application of it will be an effort in futility. Truth is a way of life for extraordinary men as no ordinary man or woman can swallow the bitter pill of truth.

Our world today is in dire need of truth, our generation thirst for men/women who are ever ready to speak the truth and live the truth no matter the cost. Our time is the reflection of Prophet Isaiah’s where: “Courts oppose the righteous man; fairness is unknown. Truth falls dead in the streets, and justice is outlawed. Yes, truth is gone, and anyone who tries a better life is soon attacked” (Isaiah 59:14).

The truth still remains that, if there is any hope for Nigeria as a nation, truth must be given a centre stage especially in this era of change. Truth must be imbibed and spoken from our homes, neighbourhoods, working places, communities, worship places and in our government/leadership. It is disheartening and alarming how truth is being relegated to the background daily and falsehood is being celebrated. It is fast becoming deafening how men are silent about the fact that truth is nowhere to be found and lies is now the order of the day.

Now this is the bitter truth; it is one thing to know the truth yet it is another thing to live in the truth. Many people are slaves with no freedom because falsehood is their way of life. Whenever you lie, you speak the native language of the devil because he is the father of all liars. You cannot reject the truth and expect God to make something out of your life. “The only people mad at you for speaking the truth are those living a lie” [Anonymous]. Your life is too precious to live a lie – live a truth.

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