Laughter is best medicine
Sometimes a bad joke is a dose for a killing. Yet laughter is the best medicine. I subscribe to this old adage but many don’t for one reason or another. Whether we laugh or not, a little bit of humour would change our sometimes boring or regimented way of life in search of those material things that seem to enslave any individual worth his salt. If left unchecked, however, many of those dogged employees would be sent to medical gulags and spend their lives laughing, just the same, all by themselves with or without an outside force to excite their genes. Out of the blue or shotgun laughter is, by the stretch of one’s imagination, anathema to personal health. Ordinarily, laughing out loud always come natural if it relates to everyday life experience – a consequence of what people see and hear around them whether they are for the nonce or not, a reflection of who and what we are.
Diplomacy of laughter
In fact, the world needs laughter diplomacy to resolve all the issues that beset it and redeem it from the brink of destruction or morass of political decay. Wars are not necessary if all political leaders have the temerity to let go of that boisterous and rambunctious laughter emanating from a jocular tete-a-tete. While it is not always the case, world affairs may be structured with political jocundity to reduce any heightened tension between warring nations and tribes. And without knowing it, hostile leaders might have been swaddled together in pursuit of the elusive peace and harmony that have forsaken them for so many years and caused their lands to become the red canvass for the suffering and senseless deaths of their citizens. But beware of the deceptive laughter coming from a political polyhedron who offers peace but rules the world in the end.
Human story
Whatever worth it has to humanity, laughter is rehabilitative and curative. It keeps muscles wherever located dangling like a pendulum. The following story sent by a friend is a demonstrative evidence of what a therapeutic laughter could do to an individual. It’s about a nun, a symbol of good virtues and morality, yet a human being just the same with all the weakness and temptations that may strip her of that sacred wardrobe in a libidinal journey characterized by a dingdong attitude and desire. Digest the story like a ruminant and savour it without the need for an ostentatious display of cerebral intelligence. It is humanized and reflexive, sans any malice or prejudice to a sensitive mind, which will help people take a break from the rigors of everyday human existence short of a rhapsody. Here is the story.
A cabbie and a nun
“A cabbie picked up a nun.
She got into the cab, and noticed that the VERY handsome cab driver won’t stop staring at her.
She asked him why he was staring.
He replied:
‘I have a question to ask you but I don’t want to offend you.’
She answered,
“My son, you cannot offend me. When you’re old as I am and have been a nun as long as I
have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you
could say or ask that I would find offensive.’
‘Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.’
She responded,
‘Well, let’s see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single, and #2, you must be
Catholic.’
The cab driver was very excited and said, ‘Yes, I’m single and Catholic!’
‘OK, the nun said. ‘Pull into the next alley.’
The nun fulfilled his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.
But when they got back on the road, the cab driver started crying.
‘My dear child,’ said the nun, ‘why are you crying?’
‘Forgive me but I’ve sinned. I lied and I must confess, I’m married and I’m no Catholic.’
The nun said, ‘That’s ok.
My name is Kevin and I’m going to Prestige.’