Author: Salvation Emmanuel
Date of Creation: 10th July 2025
In the hidden realm of Corpusia, the Organizens lived, each vibrant and alive, nestled inside the great city, House of Soma. Though unseen to the outside world, within the walls of this living city, every organizen was bustling about in their duties to keep the House running. At the center of it all stood Heart, the ever-pulsing Prime Minister of Corpusia. Kind but firm, she worked rhythmically without rest, sending Life through the arteries of the city.
“Steady, everyone!” she’d call every few moments, “Keep the rhythm! The city depends on us all.” But not everyone was happy with their roles. One bright morning, Brain, the sharpest and most sophisticated of them all, called for a meeting in his majestic Tower of Nerves. It was not surprising that he conveniently forgot to send Heart an invite. “I’ve been thinking,” Brain began, adjusting his monocle. “Why must I always be the one making all the decisions? I calculate. I coordinate. I solve. But I’m treated like I’m no different from Lungs who simply… inhale and exhale.”
The room murmured. Stomach grumbled—literally. Eyes rolled. Feet tapped in annoyance. Lungs wheezed in disbelief. Then Tongue, the popular rebel, smirked: “At least you get credit. People think with you. But me? I say everything they feel, speak every truth or lie, take every risk — and still, I’m blamed when things go wrong.” The meeting was slowly turning into a mutiny. Chaos in the pot! And not everyone had said “a piece of their mind”. If only they knew.
“I get no thanks at all,” muttered Stomach from the lower quarters. “All I do is churn and receive everyone’s nonsense. People only notice me when I hurt. No one appreciates the work I do unless I complain.” Hearing this from the windows of the upper chambers where he sat, Eyes blinked irritably. “You think you have it bad? We see it all — the danger, the beauty, the direction — but it’s always Heart this, Heart that. As if sight were optional.” Feet grew resentful: “We carry everything and go everywhere — but who ever looks down to say thank you?”
Even Hands, once cheerful and ready, clenched in silence. Then came the whispers. Then grumblings, which grew into bitterness. Comparison bred envy. Envy bloomed into rebellion. Tongue chose to be the voice of the rebellion everyone was sure was much needed: “You know what? We should have a vote. Why should we listen to Heart all the time? I say we each do what we feel like doing for once. Let Heart and her loyal crew struggle alone.”
The next day, Lungs, the infamous conjoined twins, decided to slow down their breathing — “Let Brain try surviving on half the oxygen,” they muttered. Hands refused to lift anything: “We’re tired of being used!” Feet stopped walking and sat still. Stomach stopped digesting in protest. Eyes shut themselves, ignoring what was ahead. Even Liver stopped detoxing! Heart kept pumping as best as she could, but she started to feel weak. By the next day, the House of Soma had fallen into…. Messages stopped traveling. Muscles ached. Vision blurred. The whole city felt sick.
Heart, despite having been aware of the treachery from the get-go, remained steadfast, pounding with dwindling strength. “Keep going,” she whispered to herself. “Even if they abandon me. Maybe they’ll return. Maybe they’ll remember.” But two organizers remained loyal: the amicable fraternal twins, D. Kidney and L. Kidney. Quiet and humble, they kept cleaning the blood and filtering waste, despite how difficult the absence of others now made their own job. The worst ailment plaguing Corpusia was not the physical collapse. It was the paralysis of shame. Everyone realised the folly of their decision, but who would go first? Who would fix this?
Day three, and D. Kidney knew he had to do something fast! He spoke softly to the others, “We are not rivals. We are one Body. If one part suffers, all suffer. If one part stops, the whole House suffers.” Guilty and yielding, Brain decided they all needed to have another meeting. And he had to swallow his pride and invite Heart to host it this time around. He had been humbled.
“I let pride blind me and thought I was the most important,” Brain admitted. “But without all of you, I’m nothing but mush in a skull.” Eyes blinked slightly. “I—I should have seen this coming.” “I stopped breathing properly,” Lungs admitted, “just because I wasn’t praised.” Stomach groaned. “I was tired of being invisible.” Liver stirred faintly. “I’ve always felt replaceable. So I gave up.” Tongue, quieter than usual, licked his lips, sheepish, “Erm…Maybe I spoke too soon… Erm.. Scratch that! I’m really sorry guys, for using my gift to stir division.” Heart, still weak but hopeful, smiled. “We’ve all erred. But shame must not anchor us. Corpusia doesn’t need perfection. What it needs now is genuine repentance. Restoration.” “But it’s too late,” muttered Feet.
“It’s never too late when there’s still breath,” L. Kidney chipped in with her tiny soprano. “We all should start again — weak, yes — but willing.”
Eyes opened fully. Lungs took a deep breath and exhaled properly. Liver began detoxifying again. Stomach churned. Brain reconnected. Tongue whispered words of healing. Feet moved. Hands carried. And the Heart — oh, the Heart wept with relief as her rhythm returned to strength. The Organizens of Corpusia returned to their duties. One by one, they took their place, no longer in competition, but in harmony, yes, unity! — many parts, but one Body. “No part too small,” whispered Heart between beats. “No role too low. When one part rises, the Body lives again. When we work together, we live. Divided, we die.” Of course, it was never about body parts, but here’s the drift:
“For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.”
Romans 12: 4-5
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