The
prisoner writes
Who will wake up and fight for the needs of the
needy and be the messiah of the weak? I am a prisoner, just like almost all of
us are. We are tightly locked in our cocoons of rabid ignorance. We have sat
back and watched our leaders gang-rape the constitution, turned our eyes away
when they were annexing public resources and stealing our taxes. We have sat at
the high tables and partaken in the meal of dirty and divisive politics, our tongues
gagged by the sweet drink that is ignorance and unconcern. Our little children
have been taught that the way to become men is not by using their head but their
muscles. They have learnt from their fathers that some things are better unsaid
than said, as long as it doesn’t concern them. They came for my neighbour yesterday,
tomorrow it will be me and the other day you. The prisoner writes, is fear
really worth the suffering we go through?
We think we have fought for change when we sit in
groups like young choirboys and sing in nostalgia the sweet songs of freedom
and reminisce on the days of the old. Do you think a song will be enough to
exorcise the demons of the politics of impoverishment? Do you think loud and
emotional prayers will be enough to clean the hearts of those soaking with
greed and lust for public land? The prisoner doesn’t think so, nay, doesn’t believe
so. Up till today we have refused to let go of that precious gift of mental
colonialism. We have fallen head over heels with the shackles that hold us hostage
to the extent of accepting it as part of our DNA. We have become the spectators
who stand at the end of the line to cheer athletes running our races and head
home to our cold bed and rumbling stomachs while they feast on our victory. We have
thrown our ambitions out of the windows and opened the door for hopelessness
and weakness. Our strength and unity is now an illusion, fissures on a giant
black wall that nobody will bother to notice. Fear took us prisoner and has
placed us behind plastic grills and convinced us we will never break them. We have
come to fear a destiny that has always been in our hands and instead we are
hoping karma will be king enough. Why do we let politics run our lives, tell us
what to think and do? Why have we let politics turn us into zombies with no
future or present to hold on to. We kiss the crown of those who lead us and
pray God to give them longer lives while they lead us to our extinction. We have
lost the sense of purpose in our lives and even though we might be having big
houses and cars, we still are living a lie, false illusion of freedom and
second hand democracy. We will only be free the day we get tired of activists
being shot in the streets, media being gagged and our children being taught to
steal opportunities that belong to them.
So the
prisoner writes, what is freedom if you are not free in the mind?
*A
disabled person is not he who cannot see or walk without aid, but he who can’t
think on their own and lets everybody do that for them.
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