By Art Koroma
In the heart of Lokomasama, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, the wise elder, Bai-Sama, sat with his young apprentice, Bai-Marro, on the banks of the winding river. As they gazed out at the vast expanse of the landscape, Bai-Marro turned to Bai-Sama with a curious gaze and asked, “Bai-Sama, I’ve heard it said that an elderly person can see farther than a child, even when the child is standing. What does it truly mean?”
Bai-Sama’s eyes twinkled with wisdom as he nodded, his voice low and soothing like the gentle lapping of the river’s waves. “Ah, my young friend, this is a wisdom passed down through generations. It’s not about the physical eyes, but about the depth of experience and the weight of knowledge.”
Bai-Marro’s eyes widened with intrigue as Bai-Sama continued, “You see, when you’ve lived as long as I have, you’ve accumulated the stories of the past, the struggles and triumphs of our people. Every season, every harvest, every joy and every sorrow – they all stack up like the layers of the earth.”
Bai-Adam, another respected elder, joined their conversation, nodding in agreement. “Yes, my friends, the wisdom of age is not just about seeing what’s in front of us, but about understanding the intricate web of life. It’s about knowing the land, the people, and the stories that shape us.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, Bai-Marro’s eyes began to see beyond the physical realm. He glimpsed the stories of the past, the struggles and triumphs of his people, and the wisdom that had been passed down through generations.
In that moment, Bai-Marro understood that the wisdom of elders was not just about age, but about the depth of experience, the weight of knowledge, and the stories that shape us. He realized that one day, he too would stand on the banks of the river, looking out at the vast expanse of the landscape, and he would see not just the physical world, but the stories of the past, the present, and the future.
As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Bai-Sama smiled, knowing that the wisdom of the elders would live on through the young minds of Lokomasama. And Bai-Marro, with a newfound understanding, smiled back, knowing that he had embarked on a journey to uncover the secrets of the universe and the wisdom of the ages…
As I sat by the window on this early Monday morning, I gazed out at the breathtaking scenery before me. The sky was a brilliant blue, with just a few wispy clouds scattered across it, like cotton candy tufts carried by the gentle breeze. The sun was slowly rising, casting a warm golden light over the landscape, and illuminating the dew-kissed grass and leaves. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the chirping of birds.
The atmosphere was serene and peaceful, with a sense of new beginnings and possibilities. I felt invigorated and refreshed, ready to take on the challenges of the day ahead. As I breathed in the cool morning air, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude to Professor Mallam-O.
His story about the elderly person seeing farther than a child had inspired me to narrate this piece of work, and I was eager to express my appreciation. “Professor Mallam-O, sir,” I said, my voice filled with sincerity, “your story has touched my heart and inspired me to share the wisdom of our elders with others. Your words have shown me that the secrets of the universe are not just about the physical world, but about the stories of the past, the present, and the future.”
Professor Mallam-O smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth and wisdom. “My young friend,” he said, “the wisdom of our elders is a treasure trove of knowledge and experience. It’s up to us to share it with others and keep the stories alive.” I nodded, feeling a sense of purpose and responsibility. I knew that I had a role to play in preserving the wisdom of our elders and sharing it with others. And I was grateful to Professor Mallam-O for inspiring me to do so.
As I looked out at the beautiful morning scenery, I felt a sense of connection to the universe and to the generations that had come before us. I knew that the stories of our elders were a bridge between the past and the present, and that they would continue to inspire and guide us as we navigated the complexities of life.
Thank you, Professor Mallam-O, for sharing your wisdom and inspiring me to share the stories of our elders with others. May your words continue to touch the hearts of many, and may the wisdom of our elders remain a guiding light for generations to come.
