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Altering the default setting

I once belonged to a school of thought that says that one ought to know evil before you deduce what is good. Now, I tell myself that I was wrong.
Sometimes we sow and nurture idealologies only to find out that they were wrong, so what do you do when that happens? Drop it in the trash can.

Do you remember the Lassar fever scare? Yes! You do. Everyone fled from our beloved garri as if it was leprosy.
It was at this point that I had the greatest craving to drink garri, mind you its not like it was something I loved to consume but the crave came with a very strong force.

Lessons I picked from this include that man is rebellious and that you cannot crave for what you don't have an idea about especially in my context.

Let me show you something;
Genesis 3:5 -  For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

Genesis 3:7-  And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.

Ever since man knew the difference between good and evil, man never ceased to do evil.
Today, we have a lot of people struggling with habits such as alcoholism, immorality, smoking, drug addiction and all that comes to my mind is that all would have been well, if the default setting was not altered. Everything must not be tested.

Its shameful already having an older generation malfunction due to an altered setting. Let's not allow it happen again, teach a young fellow today not to alter his or her default setting.

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