MOST God-fearing people have made a habit out of scanning for the signs of freedom from the horizon. Masola wa Dabudabu
They stare into the heavens through tired eyes in the hope of coming across unfettered freedom.
They look for freedom through their windows and unfortunately, the ogling sessions and silent prayers result in disappointment.
People desire to break free from the enslaving chains of the current hegemony. They cannot see the freedom they were promised by the self-appointed custodians of freedom. Everywhere there are shackles and stockades that claw onto the people’s limbs to elicit submission.
The people’s freedom is so acutely compromised that it renders the future bleak.
As the people steal some glances through their peepholes they fulfil an impromptu appointment with disappointment.
Disillusionment is written all over their faces due to what they see; a dead end that diminishes the hope for the most hopeful.
In their eyes a torturous cul-de-sac of despair unfolds leaving them with a feeling of a heavy load of frustration riding on their weary backs.
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They see strife and sadness.
From the hazy window panes the peeping people see emaciated and lethargic children attempting to pass time playing. The children are just like automatons that have been programmed by someone with evil intents.
The young souls have been rendered allergic to happiness by the horrible situation. They are weak in flesh and wanting in spirit.
There is disaster in the horizon!
The people are hungry and angry.
The pot-bellied eye-sores on the streets are signs of people constipated with anger, trepidation and fear. The huge posteriors are repositories of excess rage, apprehension and despair.
This is all because of a future that smacks with uncertainty. As for the children, the big heads balancing precariously from wire-thin necks are full of poisonous party dogma.
The children’s dropping stomachs are pregnant with the kwashiorkor of political abuse. What is seen walking on the pot-holed streets are human beings whose dignity has been stolen.
These are docile subjects that have to be treated with putrid suspicion as potential threats to rulers’ lavish lifestyles. Draconian laws are promulgated in the hope of preserving the dominance of the false righteous.
It would be travesty of justice to deem that the people in rural areas are happily ensconced in the current dispensation. They yearn for total freedom too.
The green fields are cauldrons that simmer with racial and tribal hatred and overflow with hurtful propaganda. The germinating seedlings do not signify a season of plenty, but portend more heartlessness and less happiness. The green crops are not intended to feed the hungry but to kill them with envy.
The tussling crops do not signify a healthy harvest but spell arrogance. Certainly the horizon of hope is obscured by the crops of shame.
Further away from the fields there is nothing much to see! From their vantage point, the peepers may see police officers and soldiers of war in action against the people. There are running battles in an undeclared war out there.
The soldiers of war enjoy waging a war against the wageless and the non-warring people. They amuse themselves by abusing the people on the account of a cowardly mortal like themselves.
People are turned into prisoners in this undeclared war. The people’s police and the people’s army have no sympathy towards the people!
The silent watchers occasionally see morons and imbeciles leading the unholy crusade against the people. Some of the imbeciles have impressive educational credentials yet they lack basic humanity.
The professors of this and that complexity can be seen professing ignorance on human relations. The doctors of this field or that speciality can be heard doctoring the essence of life with poisonous remedies.
The professors of shame and the doctors of lame reasoning maintain a high visibility!
The sights of some of the shady professors and the scornful doctors of stupidity evoke sad memories of history. The people’s minds wander around to find historical equivalents of the doctors and professors.
When they see local professors and doctors, the people think of Doctor Josef Mengele! Hail professor so and so; hail doctor so and so and hail all learned ones for providing solace, companionship and comfort to the dictator.
The people who yearn for freedom see a dint of fortune towards emancipation. They have strength in numbers. Those who traverse the streets in robotic fashion are potential constituents of freedom.
If only they could overcome the fear and the servitude in themselves to turn the tables against those who have brought turmoil upon them.
The potent force is greater than any ammunition ever made. The members of this force should galvanise themselves into action to reclaim their freedom.
The people can map a better future by taking charge of their destiny now as tomorrow may be too late! A ship permanently moored at a harbour is worthless in terms of carrying cargo as much as those who yearn for freedom but remain docked to their yellow hearts are a drawback.
Masola wa Dabudabu is a social commentator
