>The Need For Knowledge


So, it’s the 18th of September, 2010. This is officially the last weekend I’m supposed to spend in Lagos until Uni closes for Christmas in December. Of course you & I know that is completely impossible, & I’ll be back in Lagos as soon as something of interest calls out to me. But that sort of information doesn’t really need to be available to everybody now does it.

And it’s funny I should say that, because the idea of me concealing information, brings to mind a blog post by Le Beau, where he talked about the strength of information being in the measure & fidelity of it. That actually makes quite a bit of sense. And in truth, information is concealed by different people from people, for a whole mixed up set of reasons. And I’m in no position to judge anyone, because here I am, not telling my dad that from time to time, I may just leave school and come into Gidi to hang out with my boys, or to liaise with some cute girl or the other, or for whatever reason.

So why do people hold back information from each other? To maintain some form of peace of mind? Because of course there’s always that old saying “what you don’t know won’t hurt you.” How many of us actually believe that? And what gives any human being the right to decide how much we should know? Human judgment is, most times, quite deficient. And so the choice to keep knowledge from a person may just be an act of unkindness. Example?? Back in the medieval age, the commoners didn’t know how to read. They had to live their lives from day to day without the information that would have been able to set them free from bondage, and create a more egalitarian society. At that time, the nobility claimed that it was for “their own good”, but of course, we know now that it was simply a way to maintain control over the masses. Ignorance is in truth an open prison.

That being said, if ignorance is an open prison, and the truth supposedly sets you free, then that should mean that everyone is in some form of prison or the other, because at every given point in time, someone, somewhere, is keeping some information from you. For whatever reason it may be.

My dad & I had a bit of an argument yesterday. I told him, that since I got home 3 months ago, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. He says to me that I should go and check myself then, to “reflect & find” what I’m doing wrong. I asked him, why he doesn’t simply tell me what it is I’m doing wrong, & I can sort myself out faster that way. But for reasons best known to him, he decides to leave me in the dark, in this prison of ignorance where I keep messing up & he keeps getting pissed off…

Personally, I wanna know as much as possible. I wanna learn all there is to learn. I wanna know what the real is. Knowledge and experiences are what differentiate me from the next person. So, like Colin Firth said in Dorian Gray, sometimes, it’s just about the next experience…the next sensation. The next thing that I didn’t know. Thanks to an ex girlfriend, I’ve developed an even more over active desire for knowing the truth. Even when I know that it may not necessarily do me the least bit of good. But well…it’s just one of those things…


About The Capoeira Panda

Panda makes his home in the world of words and metaphors. In the hopes to be more than just a confused blogger, he currently works as the editor for an ecommerce company that was good enough to hire him, and lives with his flat mates & two imaginary dogs who get along just fine. He enjoys reading good books, writing, relaxing with his friends, & poking fun at his mother over the phone. When he's not doing any of these, he sometimes sits back and wonders why anyone expects to learn anything useful about him by reading this bio. View all posts by The Capoeira Panda

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