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Yes. Beauty and Serenity will save the world!

Cristian Mihai

beautyDostoyevsky once said that beauty will save the world. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn kind of agreed with him in his 1970 Nobel Lecture. (that’s just an excerpt but it’s so worth reading.)

Beauty will save the world.

But what exactly is beauty? How can you define it?

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Cristian Mihai

Being a writer is tough. It takes a lot of hard work, a lot of time, and a lot of courage. Because it’s not just the rejection or the feeling that people don’t like your writing, but it’s more about the work you’re putting onto paper before anyone even gets to read your stuff. Writing a first draft, which sometimes can be a very daunting task, then rewriting, editing, changing parts, adding or removing, and doing this over and over again can be frustrating.

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And, although, Jefferson may have known very little about the Qur’an at the time, the advice of this great man remains relevant to true lovers even after the passage of two centuries. Indeed, his advice appears to be in conformity with a similar one given to believing women in the Holy Qur’an:

“Ye shall certainly be tried and tested

In your possessions and in yourselves;

And ye shall certainly hear much that

Will grieve you… but if ye persevere

Patiently, and guard against evil, – then

That indeed is a matter of great resolution.” (Qur’an, Chapter 3,Verse 186).

In the preceding verse, the Arabic word Sabr implies many shades of meaning, which is impossible to comprehend in one single English word. It implies (1) patience in the sense of being thorough, not hasty; (2) patient perseverance, constancy, steadfastness, firmness of purpose; (3) systematic as opposed to spasmodic or chance action; (4) a cheerful attitude of resignation and understanding in sorrow, defeat or suffering, as opposed to murmuring or rebellion; but saved from mere passivity or listlessness.

When all these qualities are inherent in any romantic relationship, they would certainly save it from going down the drain. Our battles against the vicissitudes of life – having wealth and possession (and the lack of them), are all too well the means of our trial. In our personal relationships, the color of our skin, our talents, our knowledge, the opportunities available to us – and their opposites – indeed everything that happens to us and makes up our personalities is a means of our testing. To be sure, our Faith in God, our love for a particular woman or man from a different racial or cultural background is a means of our testing.

If lovers are unable to address each other with a soothing language; and can’t oppose obstacles that threatens to dissolve their relationship with patience; and can’t afford to accept racial slurs (because a dark-skinned man is married to a white lady or Chinese lady) with a degree of sang-froid; then mutual hatred develops. If one begins to wonder why he/she even fell in love with “that” white man or woman or “that” Chinese man or woman, then lovers begin to distance themselves from each other – due to societal pressure – the love that existed between them turns into a breeze that wafts it’s way through the window out of the marital home – as if it had never existed!

In the diplomacy of love, the nature and quality of interactions between lovers indicate the intensity of the existing love between them. Consider for a moment, what Diana – The People’s Princess had to say about the quality of her interactions with Charles – The Price of Wales:

“I threw myself down the stairs bearing in mind I was carrying a child,” she said, describing one incident (emphasis mine), Queen Elizabeth comes out, absolutely horrified, shaking, she’s so frightened… and Charles went out riding (emphasis mine). (MSNBC, In Tapes Diana speaks of marriage woes, 1).

In conclusion, we are prisoners of love. Sometimes we are held hostage to loveless relationships to which we have not contributed. At different stages in our lives, we all have to face the real world of romance – that could be unfair and unkind. One of the best ways to overcome these is to be diplomats in our romantic affairs – determining who gets what, when and how in this relationship.


MSNBC, “In Tapes, Diana speaks of marital woes,” [news on-line]; available from;Internet; accessed on March 6 2004, p.1 of 4

This author has been a true love advocate for over two decades, and has worked in various capacities to enhance true love and teach its meaning to various communities all over the world. He has been a Globe-trotter of sorts, and has visited many countries in Africa, the Middle East and Asia. He is a networker, a motivator and a writer. In the organization that he belongs to, they bring opportunities of Health, Wealth and Happiness to those who are ready to lift themselves out of a life of limitations and unfulfilled dreams. The writer totally believes in this statement by Zig Ziglar: ” You can get everything you want in life, if you will just help enough other people get what they want.” In order to help you get what you want, you are free to visit this site to learn more,

Happiness: Prologue

Cristian Mihai

First of all I’d like to thank Stacey and Gabriel for contributing to the campaign that’s raising the funds I need in order to release Happiness.

Then… here’s the prologue to what’s going to be the last release for 2013…

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Ayomah’s Story (Sequel 61)

Risking Life and Limb

At virtually every stop along the Oshodi-Agege-New Town Road, in Lagos, Nigeria, I was among the many young men from other West African countries who besieged road motorists in order to sell newspapers. Among us were secondary school graduates and former teachers. We used to gaze through the car windows at passing motorists, our eyes pleading for a token purchase of The Daily Times, Tribune, Concord, Punch, the Guardian or the “Weekend”. Some of us, risking life and limb, would run across the dangerous Oshodi Highway, aiming for a car whose occupant had signaled buying interest. At Oshodi, any opportunity to sell a newspaper was not to be missed, as it could make a significant difference in our meager daily takings.

Every morning, at about 7.a.m., I take my position in the middle of the Oshodi Highway starring at five rows of cars, trucks and buses squeezing into three lanes of traffic—a scene intimidating in sight and sound. A safety precaution was making sure the vehicles actually stop at some red light before taking position amongst them. At Oshodi, red light, green light were all the same. The traffic at Oshodi, and the army of police officers who tried to manage it, told much about Lagos and other African cities in ways big and small. It seemed to be that, no matter how crowded—and it was always beyond crowded, no matter how chaotic—and it was always beyond chaotic, Lagos functioned. In fact, it was such a miracle that someone could get from Ikoyi to Agege at certain times of the day that some said it could be the result of divine intervention.

No one was saying the traffic in Lagos was responsible for the military coups in Nigeria. But some people said the burden of the roads, like the struggle of daily life, corruption, reinforced the conviction that both motorist and commuters in Lagos, needed some sort of discipline—a War Against Indiscipline or WAI—initiated by General Muhammadu Buhari and the late Brigadier-General Tunde Idiagdon. It was amazing how newspaper vendors like us survived and how Lagos continued to remain standing, and how Lagosians could still, if they were patient enough, sometimes get to their destinations—even if not on time. The solution, I always thought, was in the hands of some invisible force. It was like, everyone for him self and God for us all. Looking at both the commuters and motorists, one could realize that they were overwhelmed with pressure.

To be continued…

Ayomah’s Story (Sequel 60)

In a concluding remark, she reminded the audience to be aware of the four things that rot the mind, body and lungs. According to her, drugs and TV rots the mind. Junk food rots the body. Cigarette smoking rots the lungs. She reminded Africans of their culture. She made it clear to them that poisoning by media was even more harmful than poisoning by saturated fats, because, according to her, it destroys not only individuals but the “African Personality.” What she meant by the African Personality was open to different interpretations. What was so amazing to me about Ms. Ayele was the fact that she’d only been a high school graduate. She wasn’t a graduate of any higher institution of learning in Ghana or elsewhere.

She made me recollect some of the famous sayings that that my head teacher taught me at school—wisdom is not only found on top of the graduate school mountain, but could also be found on top of the sand box at nursery school. Even though, she wasn’t blessed with any classic good looks, she was admired for the sharpness of her mind and the frankness of her speech. She advised students to place more emphasis on using their minds rather than their memories.

To be continued…

Too Much Religious Talk

What had been my fault? I was the darkest among the dark. I was one of the poorest among the poor. I knew it was the work of God. I did believe in Him. I’d been told by some Churchgoers and some Muslims that, it was actually a trial from God. For all their assurances and acceptance, there were days when the thought of being the darkest among my school mates seemed unbearably cruel. I had often raged at the fact that having a lighter complexion meant being more intelligent and having more opportunities.

To me, too much religious talk worked well if they were tied to some advantages on earth—rather than promises of heaven. Despite the fact that I was neither religious enough nor matured enough to understand God’s purpose, I believed that God is beautiful, and everything that He creates is beautiful. I knew and clearly understood that, I was a stranger within my own country. There was another dimension to this problem—tribalism. At a very young age, I understood what tribalism did to tear us apart as a people sharing the same destiny.

As I stepped into the meeting hall, I realized how difficult it was for the majority of parents attending the PTA meeting to reconcile the color of my skin with the sharpness of my mind. In my own young mind, it seemed like there was an unwritten universal law stating that—the lighter your skin, the smarter you are. It was a rare occurrence for such a poor boy like me, who was being taunted due to the thickness of his skin to be honored in front of such an audience. As Mrs. Ashiagbor tried to give a speech about the virtues of being responsible parents, her speech was interrupted twice by one Ms. Ayele—an ex-con—who had been jailed for seven years for drug-dealing. She was such a nuisance at the meeting that, she was asked by Mrs. Ashiagbor on two occasions to keep silent. She was nearly ordered out of the meeting hall at a point but for the sake of Mama’s intervention. Every parent was given a chance to make a point or two before the meeting came to a close.

To be continued…

Do more than what is expected of you. People will appreciate you going the extra mile and will remember the additional service you provided.

Don’t let someone else stop you from achieving your dream. You are capable of doing anything you set your mind to.

You won’t get any “yes” answers unless you ask. The more people you ask, the more likely you will get a yes. Say “next” every time you get a “no”.

Quitting Smoking

“Now if you can’t quit smoking just consider the lung problems, emphysema and heart disease. Let’s just say that there are a lot more examples, but I’d rather stop here.”

The two aged men, still holding their cigarettes, stood up and walked with a swagger toward the front of the hall. No-one could guess what they were going to do. To every body’s surprise, they came up to Ms. Ayele and hugged her in turns. They acknowledged they were a bit uncomfortable with her speech, but later on felt they had to accept her comments with grace and style. They both put off their cigarettes in front of the audience, thanked Ms. Ayele, and promised her that they will henceforth take a good care of themselves and pay more attention to their children. They recounted how they’ve been drained economically due to their bad smoking habits. The joints of these two old men creaked as they walked away.

To me, it was like someone calmly smoking next to a wrecked fuel tank—ignoring the dangers involved—as Ms. Ayele fearlessly claims that she’d been in the drug business with some powerful politicians of the day. She lent a visage of a doleful charm in the course of her speech. She also added a slight comic quality to the romantic image of a fearless woman. While others, including myself, greatly admired her, some others considered her a poseuse. I only prayed she didn’t get killed for daring to link drugs and politics—those two strange bedfellows. I later on learned that among the audience were men who were at the right hand side of power.

To be continued…