Puppet Master

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By Awando Brandon

I really never get the reason why we Africans  act as puppets

I can shift some blame to the colonial system. The whites fucked us.

but that was 60 years ago the trauma has to fade with the older generation, we have to accept,a blury past is a demon that will forever taint our free thinking and haunt our peace of Mind .

Our traditional ways were stripped off and Ruthless capitalism enforced.It was a system full of faults with no transition tolerance Yet we are six decades into it,we have long adopted the faults and even created new ones for ourselves,we move on with our struggles.

Poverty level in our country is tremendous, but who really gives a damn about it. I mean why should there be a begger near the church gate? What teachings do they preach?

The word is clear ' give a hand to those in need' but  churches turned into enterprises long time ago,sundays are for business and beggars represent outlets. Thats bad for profit

The decay is everywhere but perfectly portrayed in the political class .  its Genesis is how and why  they contest for the seats, they woo you with empty shell promises, then invest in handouts dishing you peanuts for your votes.

I  can never comprehend why some years after the election we realise that we fucked up but we still make the same mistake of voting in the fuckers  who never help their community in terms of development or representation.

Fat loud pigs who only think of their bellies and forget about the poor voters who had faith in them.

1/2 a year to the general elections they re_appear from their comfy cocoons,littering our highways with billboards and posters telling sweet wooing words and we blindly vote them to power. How low can we really get?

Why should you be so attached to your tribe, religion and political belief that you can't see,stand or care for the truth?

Why should you be influenced to hate your neighbor and steal from them?

Then there are those who are politically apathetic, they think politics don't and can't affect them. They don't care how their or  your money is being used.

These group of people are the biggest puppets for they make the politicians work of oppression easy, why the fuck would you not want to be involved with what is happening around you? Remember you can only lie to yourself.

People change everyday, we learn everyday and things never stay the same. Always take time to learn and believe in yourself. You are stronger than you can imagine. Do not trust anyone to make decisions for you that is bullshit

Try to read informative materials, do some exercise and be creative, create a system that can lead to your goals and stop focusing on your goals but focus on yourself instead and your system you will discover freedom and have a peaceful life with you.

We are our biggest enemies to stop ourselves from doing great things and accept to be treated like puppets.


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