Long, long ago, in a dense forest of spiritual entities (Ígbó Irúnmolè). there were thousands of tall and beautiful trees. They were happy, but proud of themselves. Among them there also an ugly tree whose branches were badly twisted with its roots afflicted with uneven curves. 
All the trees made fun of that ugly tree.
“How are you, hunchback?" the other trees always shouted and their laughter made the ugly tree feel sad. But, he never raised a voice against them.
“How are you, hunchback?" the other trees always shouted and their laughter made the ugly tree feel sad. But, he never raised a voice against them.
The ugly tree thought, “I wish I were as beautiful as the other trees. Why did God do this to me? Neither can I provide shade to the travelers nor can the birds make their nests on me. Nobody needs me."
One day, a woodcutter came to the forest of the spiritual entities. He took a look at the trees and said, “These trees are lovely. I must cut them." As soon as he picked up his axe the trees became frightened.
‘Chop, Chop, Chop’ went the woodcutter’s axe and one by one the trees started to fall. “None of us is going to be spared," screamed one of the beautiful trees. Soon that tree too was brought to ground by the woodcutter’s axe.
By now, the woodcutter had come near to the ugly tree. He had just raised his axe when suddenly he noticed how crooked the ugly tree was. “Hmm! This crooked tree seems to be useless for me. I cannot make long straight logs of this ugly tree," he thought.
And he moved towards another beautiful tree. The ugly tree heaved a huge sigh of relief. He realized that by making him ugly, God had actually given him a boon.
From that day the ugly tree never complained. He was happy with his crooked branches. He never forgot how he was spared from the woodcutter’s axe, only because he was crooked, ugly and full of Grace.
The whole structure of nature is an integrated process of immense complexities & it is really impossible to tell whether anything that happens in it is either good or bad bcos you never know what will be the consequences of the misfortune or the good fortune.
Fortune and misfortune are two buckets in the same well. Thus it is wise to always strive to find nuggets in the mud. Find fortune in misfortune and opportunity in fortuity. All misfortune thus are stepping stones to fortune.
Look in the mirror tonight and say to the image in it: Hi you beautiful thing. I’ve been taking you for granted for years and hiding you under expensive masks society term makeup. I love you for I know I’m fearfully and beautifully made in His image.
I may not look like a lot of people, I may not sound like them or have their kind of education but regardless I have a uniqueness to me as purposed by design. There is a problem I was created to solve & I was made this way for the fulfillment of that purpose.
People may mock, laughs or deploy their Sarcasm to irk me but I will not be deterred from focusing on why I am. I don’tneed their validation or approval to be who God has made me to be. When the weather changes and taste and fashion get modified, my purpose will be known by all.
Long after your mockers meet their Waterloo, your name will echo across civilizations as the one who stood for something when others align with political correctness. Never be ashamed for being different, be wary of being like everyone else. There is no wisdom in the mob.
To the mockers, know ye this day that your action will haunt U someday. If your words causes unnecessary suffering it is uncouth and indecorous. Taste those words before spewing them out for you to be right in form, content and context. You just might meet your match someday.
Nothing says this better: Ọnweghị onye ga-akọwa nke ọma ihe gbasara amoosu, karia nwanyị amoosu tagburu diọkpara ya. (Nobody will tell better of a witchcraft than a woman who lost his first son to witchery. - Only those in the thick of an issue can truly say how it feels).
