I sat in solitude as I explore and pontificate on the mixed feelings in an atmosphere created by the global pandemic, I was caught in memories of the old saying " The last man dies when the last tree falls"
Humanity has far advanced and the environment has suffered the consequence of such developments. As I ponder on the interdependency between humans and plants I feel that day will come when trees shall tell humans what the harm they're causing to themselves.
The free air has gradually turned poisonous yet man still will not learn. Great rivers and streams of repute in their nature has lost their beauty and now reduced to dry lands, yet I still see man living with no regards to the necessity of life.
I see my many roofs stripped off by winds that could simply be prevented by trees, yet the heart of humanity remained darkened even in their enlightenment.
So I asked myself, what else will make man realize the vital role of trees in their life?
What aches my heart the most is that this phenomenon taken its pervasive turn in my mother land, Africa.
Even the gods of purity are left to the mercy of sun. The danger of global warming has rather become the tune of Kwaku Ananse and the very victims dance to their death rhythms in merry .
I can't angry better than to side with Jonathan Chapman when he said
Nothing gives more yet asks less in return, than a tree; particularly the apple.
When the last man shall die, blame not the last devil but the last man. writer: Patrickakpese.