TEMPERAMENT: 

What's a TEMPERAMENT? They are certain features and quality that make people behave in certain ways they do, we talk about the different temperaments, i.e sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric and  melancholy.
     For those of us who don't know what temperament they are, log in to Google, look it up, there are many temperament quiz there, answer the questions correctly, be true to your answer, no sentiments, you'll definitely get to know what temperament fits your personality, and what makes you do some certain things you do.

Now it's a cool thing to know your temperament and it's a more beautiful thing to know how to manage these temperament for a better relationship with people.
Let's take for instance you are a sanguine living with a phlegmatic, being peaceful and very tolerant, you may end up staying longer with him/her, he\she'll practically do everything for you just for peace to reign, cause they are more like the "i don't want trouble, allow him to have his way please, give him everything if that's what he wants", that's a phlegmatic for you.

 But it's the opposite for a sanguine to keep up this mutuality with a melancholy, who likes everything to be picture perfect, weather clear, very detailed, and always  strongly believes in the duality of existence, who wouldn't take every shit thrown at him/her, a sanguine living with a melancholy will always ' need a talking to', cause sanguine don't always believe in this duality, they don't like rules, they don't believe in 'it's either your're good or bad', they follow on with, 'whether  it's good or bad, black or white, we just on both sides', they don't agree  there are protocols guiding things, they do things when it's convenient, more like they like convenience, very loud and fun loving.
A sanguine that always comes back from work and throws his shoes, socks and shirts around would always have problems with a melancholy, who wants everything arranged and kept in order, most times it's hard for a sanguine to keep a close relationship with a melancholy, cause a melancholy would always get pissed with almost everything a sanguine does

And now my wonderful choleric, the goal oriented choleric, they are the 'if it has to be done, then get it done quickly', they don't believe in anything called complacency, 'i'm tired, or can we leave it tomorrow, when you have a choleric in your organization, thing are more likely to be productive, there is no mediocrity with a choleric, they are also the 'i can do all things, i'd say it's  a war for a choleric living with a phlegmatic or a sanguine, more especially a phlegmatic.
A phlegmatic is very very laid back, they are always okay with complacency, they don't like changes and can hardly adapt, they are most times pushed to do everything, sanguine are laid back but not like a phlegmatic.
Most times a choleric living with a melancholy can somehow deal, but to some extent, choleric generally are not compatible.

Know this, there is no bad temperament, and this is where i introduce the IQ and EQ thing.
IQ i.e Intelligence quotient, or cognitive intelligence: this is that something in you that makes you see a person and spot quickly, ' hey this one is a choleric or sanguine, it helps you assess what's happening around.

EQ i.e Emotional intelligence: emotional intelligence is the ability to recognize and understand emotions in yourself and others, and ability to use this awareness to manage behavior and relationship. Emotional intelligence is that thing in each of us that is a bit incorporeal, it affects how we manage behavior, navigate or control social complexities and make personal decisions that achieve positive result. It is more bordering on how to maintain healthy relationship with people. Emotional intelligence is a skill that can be learned.
It is emotional intelligence that'll help you manage people's temperament, it's understanding that we all have different or stable styles that define each of us, and make us take some certain choice, this is our personality 
Clear understanding of this would help us manage ourselves healthily; a choleric with clear understanding of a sanguine or phlegmatic emotions will help maintain a more healthy and long lasting relationship and vice versa. Have you considered why some certain folks, colleague or neighbor act the way they do?. Not to worry darling!!, those styles and things they do are the condiments that make up who they are, that is their personality.

Have an awareness of people around you , learn how to manage your emotions and their's, cause this is the only way we can create compatibility and maintain a healthy relationship.

                  

     THE SOUND OF REVOLUTION

  I saw the fires burning like it was mixed with brimstones, going high into heaven.
I heard the sound of angry mobs, moving fussily with so much scamper.
I saw the fire in their eyes, and in their voices I heard a subliminal echo of a fight for freedom, I heard resentments in each sound of their feet, feet's that'd sounded so heavily on the ground, like it was going to rip the earth off its borders.

I saw their faces designed with paintings of several inscriptions of images, some had the image of torture, some, disappointments, some agitation. I saw sweats mixed up with these paintings dropping down into their eyes and mouths, the mob cared less, sweats that are enough to fill an ocean. Underneath these sweats were tears, tears that had refused to stop flowing out from its basal of rest, in unison they'd agreed to flow spontaneously with the sweats.

Oh no!! Not again! I'm too fragile to behold this sight again, the images of the last one has never ceased to flash in my head, the blood I saw flowing through some heads, the incessant chantings, the fussiness of it had made me slump to the ground .

I woke the next day, oblivious if where I was. I saw this scary unfamiliarity, the gripping trauma of where I was or what had happened. Sitting down on this strange ragged sofa, with my head bent over its bugs ripped arms like a sulking child.
I felt this gentle touch, in panic I'd almost broken my wrist in an attempt to fight an unknown Hulk, nature had played it little fairness, it wasn't a Hulk, it wasn't Thanos, this should be a reincarnation of the mild hearted Vision, that had saved my almost dead body from the stampede of the angry mob and the crowd that had joined too, to express their own share of the anger ,it was like a dollar bill hit for them, some group of mobs had  come out to chant their anger and oh! they'd joined in the chant, using the mob as a cover, shielding their fearfulness and their shaky hands, never hesitating to run even before the shout of Jack!

Lifting my head to this strange being, with a broad smile, he whispered to my ear, 'stay calm you're in safe arms, glad I was able to resuscitate you.

I cared less about what he said, I needed to leave this dungeon, I needed to go back to my skyscraper and my pet Roomey, that's where I call home.
I'm not good at courtesy, I didn't say a thank you, I never said a word, my mouth felt as tho they were held by a siege. He wanted me to talk to him, he wanted me to say something at least my name.
In sulkiness I'd ran out of the house, but then I felt my conscience pierce me through, so hard  like a two edged sword, I heard this police man inside, with a voice like that of many waters, speaking incomprehensibly to me, I felt something push me back inside, there I saw this stranger, standing with his mouth agape, he must have been wondering at my silliness, I hugged him, I gave him a kiss on the head, I whispered a fainting thank you, and like a wind again, hastily I blew myself out of the house

Oh no!! Not again, I felt my hands and feet, so cold like that of a fresh dead body, shaky like there was some vibrator connected to it.
I've never been to any religious gathering for over 3 decades, but I'd heard children sing, "prayer is the key", the belief and faith on their faces when singing this song had inspired a force inside me to throw the first lines of the song, I sang under my voice. Inadvertently I'd prayed in the name of several Gods, I prayed in the name of Oshun, Zeus, Allah, Amadioha and Jesus. I joined my faith with that of the children, I hoped strongly that I'll pass through this mob and not slump again

Just somehow, these Gods answered, I made it out alive, from a distance, I could hear their voices, sharp, like they  were connected to an amplifier.
I stood under a shade, to catch my breath, I thought about these voices that I heard and its incessant re - echo my head.
These were voices of REVOLUTION, they are in search of redemption, 30km away away from the presidential Villa, they seemed invincible, not even the police 'tear gas' or the gunshots could stop them. Doggedly they wanted Baba to hear them, they wanted him to see what's choking on their throats.
The voices angrily increased when one of the crowd was shot dead by the aimless gunshot of the police, like Lions, they roared thier way through the police blockade

'Baba has to hear us, We are calling for revolution, we are calling for reformation, we are calling for redemption, for rehabilitation and repair of the many broken hearted and devastated. He just has to answer us', I heard them chant these repeatedly.

These were voices seeking for revolution, for a positive change, voices that had anchored their cables of strength on their right to speech and freedom of expression.
When you talk of Revolution, you hear the sounds of angry mobs, you see shaky cowardice crowd covering under the shield of the mind made up mobs
Think of Revolution, you'll see fires and brimstones elongating high into heaven
Think of Revolution, you'll hear sounds of gunshots from the 'we are on our job police'
Revolution? Think of the deaths of innocent and vulnerable young and old lives short living their existences and purposes through a blind and aimless gunshot on 'our job' mission
Think of Revolution, think of the shattering of the shelters of many


 The inception of Revolution was presumed to yield good fruits, sadly the end was a disappointed hope and expectation

The School
from
Sixty Stories
by Donald Barthelme

Well, we had all these children out planting trees, see, because we figured that ... that was part of their education, to see how, you know, the root systems ... and also the sense of responsibility, taking care of things, being individually responsible. You know what I mean. And the trees all died. They were orange trees. I don’t know why they died, they just died. Something wrong with the soil possibly or maybe the stuff we got from the nursery wasn’t the best. We complained about it. So we’ve got thirty kids there, each kid had his or her own little tree to plant and we’ve got these thirty dead trees. All these kids looking at these little brown sticks, it was depressing.

It wouldn’t have been so bad except that just a couple of weeks before the thing with the trees, the snakes all died. But I think that the snakes – well, the reason that the snakes kicked off was that ... you remember, the boiler was shut off for four days because of the strike, and that was explicable. It was something you could explain to the kids because of the strike. I mean, none of their parents would let them cross the picket line and they knew there was a strike going on and what it meant. So when things got started up again and we found the snakes they weren’t too disturbed.

With the herb gardens it was probably a case of overwatering, and at least now they know not to overwater. The children were very conscientious with the herb gardens and some of them probably ... you know, slipped them a little extra water when we weren’t looking. Or maybe ... well, I don’t like to think about sabotage, although it did occur to us. I mean, it was something that crossed our minds. We were thinking that way probably because before that the gerbils had died, and the white mice had died, and the salamander ... well, now they know not to carry them around in plastic bags.

Of course we expected the tropical fish to die, that was no surprise. Those numbers, you look at them crooked and they’re belly-up on the surface. But the lesson plan called for a tropical fish input at that point, there was nothing we could do, it happens every year, you just have to hurry past it.

We weren’t even supposed to have a puppy.

We weren’t even supposed to have one, it was just a puppy the Murdoch girl found under a Gristede’s truck one day and she was afraid the truck would run over it when the driver had finished making his delivery, so she stuck it in her knapsack and brought it to the school with her. So we had this puppy. As soon as I saw the puppy I thought, Oh Christ, I bet it will live for about two weeks and then... And that’s what it did. It wasn’t supposed to be in the classroom at all, there’s some kind of regulation about it, but you can’t tell them they can’t have a puppy when the puppy is already there, right in front of them, running around on the floor and yap yap yapping. They named it Edgar – that is, they named it after me. They had a lot of fun running after it and yelling, “Here, Edgar! Nice Edgar!” Then they’d laugh like hell. They enjoyed the ambiguity. I enjoyed it myself. I don’t mind being kidded. They made a little house for it in the supply closet and all that. I don’t know what it died of. Distemper, I guess. It probably hadn’t had any shots. I got it out of there before the kids got to school. I checked the supply closet each morning, routinely, because I knew what was going to happen. I gave it to the custodian.

And then there was this Korean orphan that the class adopted through the Help the Children program, all the kids brought in a quarter a month, that was the idea. It was an unfortunate thing, the kid’s name was Kim and maybe we adopted him too late or something. The cause of death was not stated in the letter we got, they suggested we adopt another child instead and sent us some interesting case histories, but we didn’t have the heart. The class took it pretty hard, they began (I think, nobody ever said anything to me directly) to feel that maybe there was something wrong with the school. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the school, particularly, I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse. It was just a run of bad luck. We had an extraordinary number of parents passing away, for instance. There were I think two heart attacks and two suicides, one drowning, and four killed together in a car accident. One stroke. And we had the usual heavy mortality rate among the grandparents, or maybe it was heavier this year, it seemed so. And finally the tragedy.

The tragedy occurred when Matthew Wein and Tony Mavrogordo were playing over where they’re excavating for the new federal office building. There were all these big wooden beams stacked, you know, at the edge of the excavation. There’s a court case coming out of that, the parents are claiming that the beams were poorly stacked. I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. It’s been a strange year.

The School
from
Sixty Stories
by Donald Barthelme

Well, we had all these children out planting trees, see, because we figured that ... that was part of their education, to see how, you know, the root systems ... and also the sense of responsibility, taking care of things, being individually responsible. You know what I mean. And the trees all died. They were orange trees. I don’t know why they died, they just died. Something wrong with the soil possibly or maybe the stuff we got from the nursery wasn’t the best. We complained about it. So we’ve got thirty kids there, each kid had his or her own little tree to plant and we’ve got these thirty dead trees. All these kids looking at these little brown sticks, it was depressing.

It wouldn’t have been so bad except that just a couple of weeks before the thing with the trees, the snakes all died. But I think that the snakes – well, the reason that the snakes kicked off was that ... you remember, the boiler was shut off for four days because of the strike, and that was explicable. It was something you could explain to the kids because of the strike. I mean, none of their parents would let them cross the picket line and they knew there was a strike going on and what it meant. So when things got started up again and we found the snakes they weren’t too disturbed.

With the herb gardens it was probably a case of overwatering, and at least now they know not to overwater. The children were very conscientious with the herb gardens and some of them probably ... you know, slipped them a little extra water when we weren’t looking. Or maybe ... well, I don’t like to think about sabotage, although it did occur to us. I mean, it was something that crossed our minds. We were thinking that way probably because before that the gerbils had died, and the white mice had died, and the salamander ... well, now they know not to carry them around in plastic bags.

Of course we expected the tropical fish to die, that was no surprise. Those numbers, you look at them crooked and they’re belly-up on the surface. But the lesson plan called for a tropical fish input at that point, there was nothing we could do, it happens every year, you just have to hurry past it.

We weren’t even supposed to have a puppy.

We weren’t even supposed to have one, it was just a puppy the Murdoch girl found under a Gristede’s truck one day and she was afraid the truck would run over it when the driver had finished making his delivery, so she stuck it in her knapsack and brought it to the school with her. So we had this puppy. As soon as I saw the puppy I thought, Oh Christ, I bet it will live for about two weeks and then... And that’s what it did. It wasn’t supposed to be in the classroom at all, there’s some kind of regulation about it, but you can’t tell them they can’t have a puppy when the puppy is already there, right in front of them, running around on the floor and yap yap yapping. They named it Edgar – that is, they named it after me. They had a lot of fun running after it and yelling, “Here, Edgar! Nice Edgar!” Then they’d laugh like hell. They enjoyed the ambiguity. I enjoyed it myself. I don’t mind being kidded. They made a little house for it in the supply closet and all that. I don’t know what it died of. Distemper, I guess. It probably hadn’t had any shots. I got it out of there before the kids got to school. I checked the supply closet each morning, routinely, because I knew what was going to happen. I gave it to the custodian.

And then there was this Korean orphan that the class adopted through the Help the Children program, all the kids brought in a quarter a month, that was the idea. It was an unfortunate thing, the kid’s name was Kim and maybe we adopted him too late or something. The cause of death was not stated in the letter we got, they suggested we adopt another child instead and sent us some interesting case histories, but we didn’t have the heart. The class took it pretty hard, they began (I think, nobody ever said anything to me directly) to feel that maybe there was something wrong with the school. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the school, particularly, I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse. It was just a run of bad luck. We had an extraordinary number of parents passing away, for instance. There were I think two heart attacks and two suicides, one drowning, and four killed together in a car accident. One stroke. And we had the usual heavy mortality rate among the grandparents, or maybe it was heavier this year, it seemed so. And finally the tragedy.

The tragedy occurred when Matthew Wein and Tony Mavrogordo were playing over where they’re excavating for the new federal office building. There were all these big wooden beams stacked, you know, at the edge of the excavation. There’s a court case coming out of that, the parents are claiming that the beams were poorly stacked. I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. It’s been a strange year.