Kuvesa Nyekha, BTC, Pfutsero
In a branded city encircled by greenish mountains, coloured with all fascinating beauties, flying around the golden cars, and masterpieces of God like the glittering stars on every road and the Churches like the Queen bee in every hive – is Nagaland. A great designer is our Almighty God, who drew a scenic picture where the charming causes the visitors a sickness of “Sleepless Night”.
A generation comes with a Christianized face who works evil; slaughtered his own brother to seek peace, against the law which he himself made, educated with no common sense, many poor were left alien and stay blind for the hungry (‘a poor walk miles in search of food and the rich walk miles to digest his food’), money flows for the poor in the rich people’s land, land flooded with liquor on the one side and blood on the other, merry makers thirst for the festival of man and woman making love in a secret place, escalating the rate of abortion, armies require the 1st Class Alcoholic Certificate for recruitment and talented in crafty, everyone knows about Jesus or Who Jesus is, but never know Him in person or what is He to us. Do we ever think whether our creator regret of creating us?
In the beginning of the end, a one-eye walked with a musical hair hidden the other, now a bare man wears superstar, a farmer works in English, a boy plays richer than his father, friendship with sms and date with rape, a blotto preacher preach “No To Alcohol”, wine anddrugs were trend to the sages of the Black and White generations, debate on “Abortion is Necessity” and the prince and princess struggle in the rented house.
People called it Hospitable without the idea of killings in our own family, called it Charming not recognizing the artificiality, called it Spiritual not knowing the devils without horn, called peaceful not knowing the factional clashes, called humble not knowing the heartless, salute to our works of a second and called a blessed land though the land is obstreperous. Once we act psued stupendously.
Wake up “Nagaland”. Where will we send 10,000 missionaries to go out while we cannot assure ourselves saying “I am saved”.
