There will always be
families, well organised families that consolidate economic power, then load it
over men, and give unto themselves titles, such as ‘chiefs, paramount chief,
representatives of the tribe’; and these families, always, relegate themselves as ‘blue-blooded’, chosen of the gods,
favored amongst men, kings over men, lords of the commons, prefects over
natural resources, amongst other flowery and not less perfumed titles, which
entrench their rule over the ‘commons’ and perpetuate their (immoral) empires,
at the behest of their ‘fellow men’.
Once
in a while, a people is awakened from this selective and self-induced amnesia
to question the source of their plunder, and if they, by luck escape the wrath
of the ‘sleeping’ bull-dog, they may, for a season, share their opinion on why
they quench their thirst by the sweat of their brow, and drops of own blood,
while their ‘god-appointed’ tribal rulers insanely amass riches to obnoxious
bounds.
This is a book-product of such introspection, a
question seeking answers; a riddle seeking solution; and an Afrikan story
seeking completion. As we read, may we grow (in knowledge and understanding),
as tall as the blue gum tree at our uncle’s home! Thu’
Tinda!
No comments:
Post a Comment