When do I become a friend? When I follow you, kill for you, lie for you, give you undue praise and sneak snake for you. THEY run the show.
This impartially describes us as a people in the district. Hard to believe but this is the little reality. Chereponi is blessed of course. Rich in intelligent people, rich in spatial control but so impoverished in Communal thinking. Why? We the people know how it is done. The incharge is a boss and in control without tenable advice.
The teeming youth know. Yes, they know. Better than you think or ever imagine. The world is digital, remember! Some surf the net for the records credible or not. Argumentum ad baculum orders the day and way in the talk. Always folktales of better tomorrows after the pulley. We did it this way. We were better. Nay. We are doing this way. We are the best. The few who benefit from this say the whole of the land is/was happy with our regime. We outdid or are outdoing is but only skepticism, eccentricity and a bona fide quotation. This can’t be the voice of the General Public. Give us the chance to judge you. Open the forum for the constructive criticism and feedback. Just accept your fallibility and wait on for what is in the womb of time. Posterity would say what is next. But this is not done. Instead, we are consumed in false defense and unpatriotic engagements.
Oh! But the ENLIGHTENED YOUTH. One or two letters of qualification and pooooh. We are brainy. We are champs in our own right. Could we afford a better way? Who is he/she with PhD in lie telling? He wins the faith, conscience, blinded sincerity and confidence of the crocodile surfing the waves. It is he who at oddity and for parochial interest, interact and divulge secret, that gets the applause and the Lions share of the pocketed cake.
You’re on my side, then you enjoy. You educate me, then you’re against the brain. The relationship is strained. No need to thaw it up. Since you least matter to the course of collective building.
This is where we are drawn to preferment given by preference other than by old gradation.
Little is the loaf than none of it. Just taste it like that.
Times and the Reality 