The Sacrifice Remains Sacred…

Reading the prompt for the week got me far away into different kinds of thoughts. I have to keep thinking about many things, some that have happened in the past and some that have happened recently. Yet we still have to live in it.

I remembered the #ENDSARS nationwide protests that took place years ago. It was all about standing for peace, but despite that, some people had to rest in peace. They never thought they would face it that way, they never expected themselves to be the sacrificial lamb, all they wanted was their voice to be heard so that every other citizen of the country could have a peaceful existence.

It was a brutal experience but the experience made a mark on the hearts of all the citizens in the country. The mark remained a scar that couldn’t be erased completely. The heroes are long gone but their legendary actions and legacy remain.

Apart from that I was also watching the Nollywood movie titled Lisabi, and I got the feeling as far back as the olden days and how people stood up to fight for their rights. It's never an easy one. All they had to do was move with a mindset of never returning back. They wish and work towards success and victory. But not all of them that started will end up celebrating.

The good thing about it is that their names would be forever remembered but they might not live to see what they’ve worked for. That's a sacrifice. And when there is no sacrifice there is No victory.

Two people on my status wrote today that No Sacrifice, No Victory and the topic on hive Learners was all about sacrifice for victory.

I served in the barracks a few years ago. Before that, I have always aspired to be an army officer or be in the military. The way they dress, and move with action, the power they wield, and the respect they earn. I have always wanted it all for myself. I heard they do face battles and wars. But I felt it was something I could face by myself not until I got to find myself among them.

In just a few months in the barracks, my interest made me research more about what their job was like, then I got to know what it takes to become a man of war. I saw how they get to face hectic training, have restless nights, stay away from their families, and also put their lives at risk for the peace of the country. Instead of getting encouraged and moved by all of that, the reverse was the case.

I never wanted to face all of those hardships, I never wanted to sign a life-and-death deal. All of these was something I couldn’t do. All I wanted was a peaceful life. I couldn’t face it at all. I just can't be a sacrifice for others to have peace. I just wanted to have peace for myself and for the people around me.

In conclusion

The fun fact about it is that we are all sacrifices to some people. A father is like a sacrifice to the family. We all have our different aspects in which we serve as a sacrifice and then we get to look so sacred to those people. We are all heroes, just that the level at which our heroic actions are recognized differs.

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This is my response to the HIVE LEARNERS weekly prompt in hive learners community for the Week 137 Edition 3 and the topic to be discussed is IS IT JUSTIFIED?

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