Abubakar Umar

Life is an unpredictable adventure. You don't have an idea how it ends, either tragic or comic. It's full of inevitable unpredictable phenomenon, which no matter how great you're, you can't predict it's end. It's beyond human predictable.

Life is a journey. You don't know whether the journey's destination is farther or nearer, whether the journey is of no return or of return. While we're on the journey, we are moving on a different lanes, each lane determines the destination, the distance, the stumbles, the destiny of each an anyone of us. It's only when we reach our various destinations that we can finally realize the kind of journey we've partake.

Life is like a war. There conquerors, losers and the survivers, but, before the commencement of the battle, no one no matter how great can actually know who among those that involved in the war are the conquerors, losers or survivers. Same as in this life, we're all fighting to survive, and among us; there are those that will have a good life here and there depending on how their destinies decide, there are those that life have and will never for once favor them, that's how they're destined to fight for this life and they're those that rises and falls, get defeated and still overcome the defeatism.

Upon all these, there will surely come a day that all have been unfolded in this worlds; The challenges, the obstacles, the journeys, the life that have been lived by all generations will forever and eternally be forgotten.

May Almighty God see us through!

©️ Abubakar Umar

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of Nigeria, there lived a young couple named Amara and Chidi. They had grown up together, exploring the village and its surroundings, and had fallen deeply in love.

Amara was a beautiful and kind-hearted young woman, with a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. Chidi, on the other hand, was a hardworking and ambitious young man, who had always dreamed of building a better life for himself and his loved ones.

Despite their different backgrounds and personalities, the two were inseparable. They would spend hours talking, laughing, and exploring the world around them. Amara loved Chidi's sense of adventure and his passion for life, while Chidi adored Amara's compassion and her beautiful smile.

As they grew older, their love for each other only deepened. They would often sit together under the stars, talking about their dreams and aspirations. Amara wanted to be a teacher, while Chidi wanted to be a doctor. They both knew that their dreams were big, but they were determined to make them a reality.

Tragedy struck one fateful day, when Chidi was involved in a terrible accident while working on a construction site. He suffered severe injuries, including a broken spine, and was rushed to the hospital.

Amara was devastated when she heard the news. She rushed to the hospital, where she found Chidi lying in a coma. She held his hand, tears streaming down her face, and begged him to wake up.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Chidi remained in a coma, his condition unchanged. Amara spent every waking moment by his side, caring for him, and praying for his recovery.

As the months went by, Amara's health began to deteriorate. She had lost weight, and her once beautiful smile had faded away. Her friends and family tried to persuade her to take a break, to rest and recover, but she refused.

One day, the doctor called Amara into his office. He looked at her with sad eyes, and told her that Chidi's condition was unlikely to improve. He said that even if he woke up, he would be paralyzed from the neck down, and would require constant care for the rest of his life.

Amara was heartbroken. She felt as though her world had come crashing down around her. She went back to Chidi's bedside, held his hand, and cried uncontrollably.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Amara continued to care for Chidi, even though she knew that he might never recover. She talked to him, read to him, and sang to him, hoping that he would wake up, even if only for a moment.

One day, after months of silence, Chidi's eyes flickered open. He looked at Amara, and smiled weakly. Amara was overjoyed, and tears of happiness streamed down her face.

"Amara," Chidi whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry."

"For what, my love?" Amara replied, her voice shaking with emotion.

"For not being able to fulfill my dreams," Chidi said, his eyes filled with sadness. "For not being able to take care of you."

Amara held his hand tightly. "You have always taken care of me, Chidi," she said. "You have always been there for me."

Chidi's eyes locked onto Amara's, and he smiled again. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Amara replied, her voice barely audible.

Chidi's eyes closed, and he took a deep breath. Amara held him tightly, feeling his heart beat slowly. She knew that he was slipping away, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

"Please don't leave me, Chidi," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please don't go."

But it was too late. Chidi's heart stopped beating, and his body went still. Amara held him tightly, screaming in anguish.

The villagers came to mourn the loss of Chidi, and to comfort Amara. But she was inconsolable. She had lost the love of her life, and she couldn't bear the thought of living without him.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Amara's health continued to deteriorate, and she became a shadow of her former self. She would often go to Chidi's grave, and sit there for hours, talking to him, and crying.

One day, Amara's family found her lying in bed, her body weak and frail. She had given up, and her heart had broken. She died a few days later, surrounded by her loved ones, with Chidi's name on her lips.

The villagers buried Amara beside Chidi, and mourned the loss of the two young lovers. They knew that their love had been strong, and that they had been meant

LIFE IN THE MID 21st CENTURY

Day after day, our life and the way we live it varies from the previous one before it. The way we interact within our society and the way we struggle for survival always changes. Comparing the life back in 18-19th century, when technology is not commonly the prioritized phenomenon of making a life easier and world a better place to live. Population is even less. The means for survival is not as competitive as now. There was no distant dissemination when spreading information due to the closeness and mutual understanding as a result of moderate population in those days. Population and technology is considered the backbone for transforming the life we lives.

World so far has had more increase in population beyond limit, beyond analysing. For this utmost population to eternally lives, there's need for multiplying the quest for survival. In the quest of multiplying the means of survival, still there's competition among the survivors, so that no one will be left behind. People dies, stumbles, jeopardized as a result of hustling in life. Population changes the way we lives. Multiply the task for a living. Though at times it's advantageous.

Technology in the other hand, simplify the multitasking means of survival we forcefully engaged ourselves into, with the help of technology, not only time and energy are saved, but also knowledges are impacted. Today and the just recent 20th century, we lives in a technological advanced world. Today, every single activity of ours is 70% technology initiated. From the food we eat, the devices we uses for communicating, the appliances we uses at home, the machines we uses for transportation, the chemicals we uses for preserving food and vice versa, were introduced by technology. Technology has singlehandedly take over the multitasking ways of living and at same time control the world and what it contains.

With this unstoppable increase in population and never-ending advancing technology, how or in which way our life be lived in the next 30 years (Mid 21st century)? Despite being always been amazed by unexpected and unprecedented technological aspects at this time, then how will it be in the next 30 years.

* Face to face communication will be limited as a result rampant online engagements.
* Marketing activities will mainly focus on online marketing for a security purposes.
* Paper money 💸 will lost its values when online payment system takes over by the time.
* The days of kidnapping and banditry will end, because it'll be taken over by scammers.

Above are the few things we're going to witnessed when we are destined to live up to that time. Technology will take over the world. Let's try in anyway we can to be educated, as now is the right time to start preparing for approaching the coming of the future.

May Almighty Allah spare our lives to witness the future in a sounding health.

©️ Abubakar Umar

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Abubakar Umar I'm by name Abubakar Umar. I was born born on 4th February, 1999 in Lafia, Nasarawa State.