<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml><xml> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE </xml><xml> </xml> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:8.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:107%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> Are we who we are?  Aren’t we supposed to be heirs of democracy and justice? Have the leaves of democracy withered and failed to photosynthesize for the plant, so that the tree of rule of the majority crumbled into dust? And our freedom is auctioned to the highest bidder? And we have become slaves of our own? That we are in a malicious covert colony of our country by our political leaders? The demi-gods raping our justice, and granting their power-thirst  ability to rule us? And control the media? And their swollen tummies insatiable of our hard-earned leavened bread they are stealing from us?

Look around us, if we are not subscribed to our fallacy and deceiving choices, a miasma of tormenting tribalism and nepotism. Aren’t the same people we complained of filing cases on bankruptcy of democracy in our national bank account the same people we are donating our power-banks to charge their torches to light darkness as they wait for dawn of their re-election to house of river of flowing milk and honey? We howled with sorrow on the Goldenberg saga, we wore sackcloth after the Post-election violence, we comforted one another on the drama of the mysterious Eurobond saga, and wailed loudly on the NYS saga. But still we hold the people who stole from us as our heroes and heroines. And tomorrow the vicious cycle will go on, we will re-elect them.  Can’t we learn from all these? Aren’t we willing to sit down and take notes from life? From our experience of the past?


I’m the half-full glass stereotype, but this doesn’t make me absolute, I’m bound to change. And what fits the description of the misty future of our country is the half-empty glass onesies. We are slaves, mining for our political leaders, who are our masters, our lords. The mine is our country. And our votes are the sole interest of our masters. And each one of us has to mine their vote and paid their wages every evening, equivalent to end of each term. And because the mines we work in belong to “families with property,” it is not unlikely that our posterity will also work for the descendants of these families, and finally they will believe money and other property belong to the chosen few. In the end, they will leave us with a dilapidated and corruption-polluted country. We’ll forever burn in arson of regrets, and watch fierce floods sweep our country away. I guess then we will be at the summit of our cry for a better governance. But for now, remember as you sell your vote, the feeble cry of chained and drowned democracy is looking at you, and “I forgive ye, for ye not know what ye do” is all she could mumble.

But, can’t we predict and change NOW