I imagine the kind of family I grew up from. Sometimes I asked myself if I was educated. And if yes, who educated me? What kind of brain do I have? What kind of thinking faculty do I have? If at all, I saw the four walls of higher institution, what did I learn from there? I wonder the kind of transformation that has taken place in my life. I wonder what has come over me. When I traveled to visit my neighbours, I admire the kind of infrastructures they are having. I praise them. I cherished them. I wish my people could be like them. Before leaving I would give them part of my resources to continue developing their lands while my own people perish in pain, hunger, joblessness, lack of infrastructure, and the like. They thanked me and called me, “The Wise Man.” Shame on me. It was only an ironical statement they made. I am a fool, a fool at 40.
Once I entered my own country, I put on that machine mind, the naive mentality, the wicked and devilish spirit. I start to see things in the same way just like before. The memories of my neighbour’s places would vanish like flash of light. I am happy that my people are suffering, dying in pain, killing themselves in unseless wars and fighting for no just cause. I am happy with my neighbour’s humanitarian service and charity, all disguised in the name of helping my people. How foolish and devilish I am. I have food but my people are dying of hunger. I have water but my people are dying of thirst. I have all it takes to make my people far greater than my neighbours but I categorically refused to reason it right. My neighbours make weapons and give them to me to give to my own people as if they were birthday presents. As long as we kill ourselves, their businesses progress. As long as we continue to fight, the humanitarian service and charity would continue to flourish. I am not against charity or humanitarian service of any kind. What I am against is creating an avenue to execute them or exhibit them to the detriment of the other persons.
When will I rise from my fallen ground? When will I wake up from my slumber? When will I have a mind of flesh instead of a mind of a machine? When will I start making use of my common senses? I have failed to look left and right, back and front, to see if there is hope to reverse the situation. In all these, my neighbours are still happy with me and even promised to do more for me if I continue in the same plan and method of ruling. 😥😥😥😥
Do I love you Africa?