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The Longing Flesh



I hate traveling!!!

My everyday journey from igando to ogba is so discomforting and irregular that sometimes, I wish I could just sleep, then teleport myself to ogba in few seconds.

Yeah, yeah...
I know what y'all are thinking. I'm Lazy right?

It's a free world, I don't take things personal. Just don't forget to remember, that God gave us all brains, and we shouldn't waste it analysing people's lives stupidly.

But I've come to discover, that there is a root of Lazy self-interest in us all that is at odds with a hard-working spirit, just as the hardworking spirit is incompatible with our lazy-self.

Our lazy-self,  just wants to be stuck in bed all day not doing a thing, and then, our hardworking spirit, sees the need to "hustle​", cos it assumes idle moments are a waste of time.

So sometimes, we go extra miles​ to get things done or work extra shifts to attain set goals. 

But then again, there are days we just ignore the fact that this life is real and give the "I cannuh comman die" attitude. Even when the implications of our actions are glaring, we decide to satisfy our Lazy soul for that period.

This discovery made me understand exactly what apostle Paul was explaining to the people of Galatia in Galatians 5:17.

"For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary to one another, so that you do not do the things that you wish."

Meaning the desires of our lazy-self are opposed to that of our hard-working spirits and vice versa, for they in conflict with each other, so that we cannot live at times one way and at times another way according to how we feel on any given day.

I may not be totally correct, as I am still a kid. So if you think otherwise, feel free to air your opinion. Remember, it's a free world. 

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