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