©Adeyemi Michael Adetunji
Category: NFF, Non-Fiction Fantasy
Name it! Is it the tales of fruitful Supreme Stories? Or the pit of life anchored by one late clergy, one village headmaster, the times of rhythmic sensations with many blessings and lessons?
Oh I missed!
“Gosh! I miss that part of Peter Parker and Mary Jane, their superman kiss!,” rants, one funny dude on an African Magician show, “the early days of Marvelous Studio’s works that pulled my childhood to life.”
“Ugh! You mean, you saw that? How old were you then?” I asked.
“How old were you too?” A question section of no answers we battled.
Of a truth, we had secretly seen those subtle cartoons and videos, pretending we have a kids know better thing.
The days are long gone when I was not allowed to see the most magical moments of the movies’ moves. You dare not even sit with your parent, tantes, a bigger friend or older oncles to see a movie. I’d taunt two old friendly girls then, they were real cartoons in the making. All of the Beastie’s Beauty they knew, and could recite nothing out of sight without a miss of Pinky’s Brainy race.
Yea and lo, the movies brought the censor boards, then the problem exploded.
Most local movies were made none for the teens, nor the young, even eighteens. And if you wished to give a see on these plots of cassettes to compact disk generational films, you must be ready to narrate your lessons, one bigger than a Sunday School Churchy Examination.
It happened once that there was a SARS-like scourging on my group, all because we couldn’t deliver more than two lessons from one of the largest cultural epic documentary history movie of then, made by one old kilanic Shaworo (lol #ifyouknowyouknow).
On the worst, what I did have was a timetable of series, soapies at the wide and wise views of a cartoon networking nations too.
But why, why? Blues was an abomination, though it soon lost its secrecy value. Horrors create nightmares. Killer ones make children behave like caterpillars. All these, every good home did banned, and banked for hell.
But, today, O our new days!
O Lord, avengers have taken real vengeance on the history path of wha-kinda forever, that our children all wants to be mutants with no importance.
Our cartoons turned animations with kisses and hugs and rogues. Delinquent children and teenagers are best scenes of the nicknamed Nike L. Odion televised unrevised and undercensored shows. Homosexuality all squeezed in. The Low Gray Beast and Toxic (LGBT) people won’t see our Mount Zionist scenes, but we glue to their set senses, as they create paranormal sensations of telemonsters.
Today, like NOW, no girl child is matured unless with a first kiss.
No virgin lips, hands, nay, not to mention the Virginia air Ticketers.
Parents, family, friends, what do you watch that your children watch from you? Our world is falling, even fallen. Western-Wide-World, hmm, it doesn’t work!
Zionist we are called to be, holding the pledge of Truth no matter what!
“Someday my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon ’twill be,
But this I know my All in All
Has now a place in Heav’n for me
When I shall see Him face to face
Will I tell a story of Nike L. Odion…
No, I shall see Him face to face,
And tell a story saved by grace”
(Saved By Grace by F.J. Crosby paraphrased)