WHERE MEN SHY AWAY FROM SMILES!

(Wrote this in Manchester on 25th December, 2012)
It’s Christmas Eve!

Or is it? Well at least it’s December 24th. Or to be precise, that was what it was yesterday when I set out on my trip.

WHO WILL DELIVER THE NEEDED DELIVERANCE?
The “democracy” we practise, (or PREACH) is a strange one, indeed!
It is more like “an ad hoc arrangement” in a club full of jokers, or a Shylocky hybrid of shady “business deals” sewn together to profit thieves and liars, at the grave expense of credulous “simpletons”!

Shelving the question aside, of whether our political pilferers are just plain greedy, or downright stupid, there should be no doubt that these callous cultists are calculatedly Co-opted into what is clearly a devil’s service, wearing the badge of “politicians”!

Most FOLLOWERS don’t even know what “their Party” stands for, or what their PARTY POLICIES are, (where there is any) on issues that affect all of us so profoundly!
In fact, beyond the blinding “COLOUR OF THE PARTY BANNERS” or the “TRIBE/REGION” of their “PARTY CANDIDATES”, they know absolutely nothing about who those candidates really are, or what they are supposed to be standing for, or falling with!
Sadder still, is the fact that many “supporters” don’t really care to know. Or if they knew, wouldn’t care knowing.

So the Parties, the Politicians, and their bum-kissing psychos have a field day munching the hay and rolling in the sun!
With no one capable of thinking or caring, how the Judiciary nor go turn to a one man’s weapon, against the truth? How Parliament nor go turn to open visa office, for di stamp in lie lie laws wae nor get tail?
HOW MUNKU NOR GO BOSS PAN MATCHES???

Since IGNORANCE is the wheel that keeps the system turning, no wonder these “Alejos” do not make any attempt to EDUCATE their followers on the issues that matter. SELF PRESERVATION, perhaps! For if the voters really knew what they should know, these fraudsters would be frog-marched out of office before they could sign the next cheque to claw the crispy dollar bills!
So ignorance becomes a necessary tool to ensure compliance!
Why would our “Big Men” kill themselves with scrutiny, in the name of “transparency”? Why strangle your own soul for the sake of “accountability”?
Why not simply hire a lousy pagan choir to sing the patronising psalms of “prosperity for all”, and “the throne for the Pa”, while keeping your “sober” dealings in the dark?

To be a “successful Thief”, you need to be a “clever rogue”! This is just one of the damning FACTS of the crooked life lived by the “Ayampis”:
PUBLIC IGNORANCE is PRIVATE INSURANCE!
Kindly refer to the first chapter of “the Bible of the Blighted” (one of the caustic “soda soap” novels I am yet to publish) to see how African dictators have perfected the art of nursing ignorance as a sentry to “cover their backs” while they loot and lie!
Yet they fail to understand that in creating such a perilous pool of people, they are developing a surging torrent that could only head one way- and it’s pointing firmly in their glutinous direction!

Blighted indeed we are! Or have been made to be!
What worse a fate there could be when men who should be kings in their own land are forced to play the lapping dog for a crumb, or flee in droves to bake or beg for loaves, afar? Those who choose to be beggars should not thr

The homeland is like a torture chamber echoing loud with the harrowing cry of the sad and the suffering.

. “Bra betteh dae”? “Man den dae Suck bra!”
These are phrases when uttered by people who should be empowered to produce, cuts one to the bone!
And I am not here talking about your usual “foam on the flow”. These are folks who graduated with the best of the degrees on show, in the one university on which we used to hang our hope and pride-FBC! These are those who stayed in the land to labour on , either out of choice, or lack of it!
Now, they can’t afford to smile at a new fridge, or even dare to shoot a look at a decent pair of shoes, if they have to eat a meal and live.
Among the growing battalion of professional beggars who, daily, roam the streets and lay a forceful siege to all our public spaces, and accost the passerby, don’t be shocked to find that sweet lad who used to whop you in the class with a head that the teacher vowed was designed for “brilliant stars”!

If you live in Sierra Leone, and you happen to be one of the many “unconnected” stragglers, the fear of hell would make no sense to you!

Of course, there are efforts underway. A lot of “effort” from afar! As aid monies and killer-loans meant for vital sectors like our healthcare and education disappear, without trace, multi-million dollar mansions crop up like golden mushrooms on coveted hill-top spots. As emaciated Ebola orphans roam our streets in starving flows, to form a hardened core of the next generation of embittered jobless youths, we watch our famous “Athens” crumble on its solid foundations.

Meanwhile, in the larger society, IDLENESS has become an enforced vocation. Not necessarily adjudicated, but encouragingly acculturated!
Why should we even ask why we have such crazy numbers of “SUPPORTERS” on social media forums, purposely planted there to delight in distractive nuisance?
Even the few that occasionally make pretence to some description of “decency” in discourse are never heard when their voices may help to school their unruly throng.

The result is that we are fed with utterly shallow materials churned out by people who want to force everyone else to join them in subscribing to totally misleading propaganda!

They consider their “leaders” as little tin gods that must be worshiped by all and questioned by non.
If you dare to differ, you are not faced with rational convincing arguments to rebut your stand, or convince you otherwise, but instead you are more than likely to be confronted with the basest forms of baseless “arguments”.
That is, if you don’t get drowned in the crudest colours of cascading insults!
In fact, the last “tool” is the “weapon” of choice for the emptiest of these “supporters” , most of whom should actually be in school learning everything from SPELLINGS to MANNERS!

I believe that this country will only begin to flicker a rational way out of our current manufactured DARKNESS when we begin to have proper leaders not shady dealers!
Leaders who would understand that EDUCATION is not a threat to their interests, but a blessing for all!
Leaders who would understand that the Judiciary is not a pawn in some game called “justice”!
And that Parliament is not a house of glorified collaborators put together to collect cash to sell their tongues!

Perhaps, most importantly, we need a majority that does not merely stand and VOTE, but a majority that starts to ask the “VOTED FOR” the real hard questions!
But how can they when they are intimidated by the counterfeit bling of those dancing in the bubble, and by a level of suffocating ignorance that is heavier than a grave slab?

At the moment, the one thing that is consuming all our souls is that thing we love to call “politics”! Whatever that monster is,it seems to be swallowing our seconds and our souls with the singular determination of a deranged sniper employed by a profiteering slaughterhouse.
Like zombies to the hill, we line up our own for this ritual of the doomed!

To keep the recycling circus in chained motion, there is always a truckload of PEOPLE QUEING UP TO BE CROWNED AS PRESIDENT; but hardly a courageous discerning DRIVER with a correct VISION or CLEAR ROAD MAP as to where we should really be heading as a nation!

Ask the person you claim is fit to lead us: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LEAD US TO?
What is your take on the TYPE of EDUCATION we presently parade, and the STATE it is in?
What ideas do you have for our moribund HEALTHCARE SYSTEM, and how do we ensure a better healthier system?
Do you think it is wiser, and more nationally profitable to bring back the RAILWAY or should we simply allow the “CONTRACTOR” driven “ROAD PROJECTS” to bleed the public into piling up more LOANS for private benefits?
Is EXPORTING our unprocessed MINERALS and raw CASH CROPS a meaningful pathway to development? HOW can we add real value to our products and make our economy ATTRACTIVE?
How do we get our YOUTHS out of such a tragic hole of mass unemployment that makes them so vulnerable to greedy politicians who give them crumbs so that they can continue to waste away their time (and their lives) on social media forums fretting and cussing while their “idols” milk the state?

Any question that may be construed as “critical” about the seekers of power stands the risk of inviting threats from
those who have thoroughly convinced themselves (or have been convinced by the roast-rat reality of prevailing happenings) that their earthly “progress” inextricably depends on the immaculate “sale” of their dirty political patrons!

Clearly, our country needs a lot of CIVIC EDUCATION (some, for very good reasons, prefer the word “civic redemption”) to make the population understand, and appreciate, their RIGHTS and their RESPONSIBILITIES, as well as to know the mandatory FUNCTIONS of Government agencies and the sworn DUTIES of elected officers! DUTIES that have nothing to do with pocketing “percentage cuts” from exploitative foreign interests or flying the flag of falsehood on multi-million dollar cars!

Generally speaking, our understanding of “Democracy” is so infantile, so disgustingly gladiatorial, it is reduced to a “wrestling contest” for coronating Flagbearers; “voting” for vainglorious vampires; pinning after them; and then “fighting to protect” the, largely, fraudulently installed “thieves” with noisy clapping and whatever else we may have left in us!

Sadly, there is NOTHING so democratic about our “democracy” other than standing in lengthy lines, under pouring rain or scorching Sun to cast ballots that are hardly ever actually counted!

And after that, what?

We all know WHAT:
We go to sleep and allow the “rats” to graze at ease, HOPING they leave some of their foul droppings on the golden plate, for our taking. We continue to fight off any “noise” that may tend to “disturb” the decorum of the HONOURABLE dinners!

We must work together to change that WHAT!
For it is a recycling reality that is long overdue for a complete overhaul!

Until then, it would seem that IGNORANCE and ARROGANCE will continue to rule the roost (in a changing kaleidoscope of a two-COLOURED stripe) which will skid our nation deeper and deeper into the darkness of doom, where the devil dwells and reigns supreme!

However bitter we may be, WE ARE BETTER THAN THAT!
Far better, I should hope!!!

SICKENING SINGING SYCOPHANTS!!!
ONLY DEAD OR DOPEY FISH SWIM WITH THE DIRTY SWEEP OF THE SEWAGE STREAM!
THE ‘FANTAIL DARTER’ WITH STEELY FINS WILL WADDLE THROUGH THE CRAPPY CURRENT TO THE VERY END THEY WISH TO REACH!

THE PROUD LION HITS THE FOREST PATH IN HIS OWN DETERMINED STRIDE,
TAKING A DIRECTION NOT FAMILIAR OR COMFORTING TO
THE BATTERED BROKEN PACK
OF THE STOMACH REEKING WOLVES
LEFT BEHIND TO FEED ON THE DROPPINGS OF THE DEER!

TYRANTS WILL NEVER GROW SUCH SHARP CLAWS
OR SUCH LONG TEETH
TO DEVOUR THE WEAK AND THE MEEK
IF EVERY FAINTING LAMB WAS A FEROCIOUS TIGER,
AND EVERY TREMBLING FADING LEAF A LIVING ‘THUJA’!

DUMB IDOLS ARE DEAF TO HEALING IDEAS
THAT ARE DROWNED BY THE NUTTY NOISE IN THEIR PIT.
BLIND AS BATS TO THE DIRT ON THEIR LAPS AND
THE SICKNESS SIMMERING IN THEIR SHRINES,
THEY GO OUT HUNTING FOR MORE FATAL FILTH,
IN PLACES FAR AND STRANGE!

THE FAVORITE HYMNAL FOR ANY DICTATOR
IS THE LONELY SONG OF COWERING SILENCE
OR THE LOUSY CHORUS OF WORSHIPFUL PRAISE!
FOR THAT IS THE LIFEBLOOD FOR LOOTING ‘LARS’!

I AM NOT A SINGING SYCOPHANT.
MY VOICE WAS NEVER SHAPED TO RAISE A TENDER TUNE TO THIEVING TYRANTS!!!

WHEN FIRST I MET MY LOVE
I SAW A PLAITED HEAD
WITH WHITE TEETH WARMLY WED
TO SOFT CHEEKS CREAMED IN RED;
ON WHICH MY SOUL, I FED.

I STOUTLY STOOD MY GROUND,
AND WAVED MY WANTON WAND,
HOPING TO MAKE HER STAND,
AND SIP MY SILVER SOUND.

TWO EYES SWAM IN ONE HEAD,
LIKE WHITE PEARLS SPREAD ON BREAD.
HER SMILES WEAVED SPARKLY THREAD,
ON LIPS, LIKE HONEY SPREAD.

“IS THIS MY ROSE OF HOPE
OR JUST A SUICIDE ROPE?”

AND YES, SHE SMILED AGAIN;
SENDING SPARKLES THROUGH MY BRAIN,
WRAPPING ME IN MY FIERY THOUGHTS,
ROLLING ME INTO BALLY KNOTS.

AND THEN,

SHE CHANGED HER WALKING LANE!                                                                                                         LEAVING ME CHAINED TO PAIN,
PLEADING OUT ALL IN VAIN,
UNDER THAT POURING RAIN!

BUT

SOME SEASONS DOWN THE LINE,
THROUGH THICK AND PRICKLY PINE,
I WATERED WELL MY VINE,
LEAVING THE SUN TO SHINE,
TURNING MY ONE TO NINE,
MAKING HER WORLD AS MINE.

SO LOOKING

AT OUR WEDDING FRAME,                                                                                                                     WOULD YOU CHALLENGE MY CLAIM,                                                                                                       THAT SEEDS NURTURED IN STRAIN,                                                                                                           MAY SPROUT A GOLDEN GRAIN?

For VISA stamp
Our youths set camp
Where day by day
They stand like clay
Their case to plead
With hearts that bleed.

Like scattered sand
From looted land
They’re blown away
And dumped like hay
On foreign farms
In snowy fields.

Drugged by the dream
Of constant cream
They drift on streams
In trembling teams
Or scale the skies
In floating files.

Like self-sold slaves
They snake their ways
To sniff the stench
Of GLAMOUR’S bench
And fight to feed
At feet of GREED.

In Dollar-Shrine
With silvery shine
They freeze and fall
And kneel and crawl
Like wretched whores
On marooned shores.

Trapped by the rope
Of hyped-up hope
They pawn their souls
For shadowy roles
To join the pits
Of ceaseless “Shifts”.

They dream of “Home”
And love to moan
About the sand
In “Paddle” land
Missing the Sun
And “Fambul” fun

 

 

In a land so broken and bleak
With a people all beaten and weak
Where the wicked feed fat on the meek
The thickening clouds do rise to speak

In tongues that only the wise can hear
They talk of times tailored in fear
And warn of seasons raining with tears
Preparing humans gifted with ears

Where blood and brain are sold in crates
And dollar bags are used as baits
The point of Crash is just a push
As history’s fools await the flush

Let the deluded dancers dance
On the hallowed ‘Grave’ of the sleeping Lion
until they go lame with the crushing pain of ‘gain’
Let them smash their shallow skulls
Hitting the cottoned clouds
Riding high on stolen sacred wings
They will wake up from their drug-filled daze
To the piercing hangover of tomorrow’s pain
And know this hole they dug for lost souls was no Lion’s grave
A rabid ram shall never Lion be
No matter how long or swift-footed
The well-fed rogue dances over a man-made hole
Let the people rejoice in hopes long denied
For the final DANCE of their nightly dreams
Is set to start in concrete style
And the TIME for that tasty tango
Is ticking fast and loud
On the trusted face of the patient CLOCK!
For here comes a son with lively legs
To set the silent stage alight
And give the crippled, a WILL to wheel their dance!

THIS ROAD
Is longer than the tearing teeth of ticking TIME,
And stores a sharper slash than Satan’s searing sword.
“OUR MEN” have lit our lives with the darkness of their lies,
And dug up hellish holes designed for us to crash!
THIS ROAD
Is heaving with the heavy stench of fallen men,
And the constant wail of women trapped in woes.
The dragging screech of chained-up feet, is Nursery Rhyme
To children born to burn,
In unholy flames,
As they tote the troubled Cross
That crushed
Their fathers’ sold-out souls!
SEE “OUR FAILING MEN”
Falling off their moral mountains:
Tore in tortured shreds,
By the savage god
Of corporate Greed;
And grilled like forest game,
Into gutless ghosts,
Leaving not a limb untouched,
Of the wholesome ‘saints’ we danced
So very much
To lift so high!
SEE THEM
Coldly curled in condemned queues,
Of those lined to sign their shivering souls!
SEE THEM
Crawl before their gods,
To be culled like clueless goats,
Made to feed
The evil ‘Guardians of our Tombs’!
JUST HEAR
The sickening screams of bleeding men,
Caring not for carving pain,
Swimming through their streams of shame,
To make a grab for parceled piece
Of painted poisoned meat!
KEEP SWIMMING FAST,
You cringing sons of faithless fad,
Towards that burnt-out broken slice,
Of layered Lies,
Bundled up
In punctured promises
Piling high,
In forbidden TEMPLES
Of trashed-up dreams!
OH! HOW
The tired tales of yesteryears
So loudly hissed by sneaky snakes,
Who wear the shifty hats of ‘Seers’
Will clog your ears and crush your eyes;
‘Saving’ you from sensing out
The daily clang of Hangmen’s chains!
SMILE a little and rejoice,
Some more!
Oh you shepherded flock
Of dreamy doom;
As there is yet reason for joy,
(So much joy that drifts in Dreams!)
To make you clap and dance anew!
YOUR SACRED BLOOD
Will never flow again
In the vine less vase
Of distant gourds,
Or be wasted through a SINGLE drain
Of unknown holes
That spring from far!
BECAUSE,
THIS BLOOD will keep on flowing fast
Spurting in that ‘Sacred Sink’,
Which you toiled so hard to build
In village SCHOOLS
And far off lands!
Now matured to gulp its DUE
In the bloated burning belly
Of your slimy spineless sons
Who sign away your daily deaths
Iin dainty dollar deals,
On papers you will never see.
YES! YOUR SONS!
The same shameless stooges
Who shroud the State in Lie and Loot
And garbage themselves
In robbers’ rusty robes,
Made so FRESH in Stinking NOTES!
See them rolling deep in slime,
Struggling with the killer weight
Of cursed crosses that would crush
Every lice who lives on lies!
There is no Saving Grace
For those who have
No backward glance;
As they ply their crooked path,
On this LONG, DARK, Road
To our final man-made
Doom!

 

In a land so broken and bleak

With a people all beaten and weak

Where the wicked feed  fat on the meek

The thickening clouds do rise to speak

 

In tongues that only the wise can hear

They talk of times tailored in fear

And warn of seasons raining with tears

Preparing humans gifted with ears

 

 

 

 

Where self and soul are sold in crates

And dollar bags seal all our fates

The point of Crash is just a push

As history’s fools await the flush

 

In drowning floods of painful streams

Let no one hope for restful dreams

One  can reap no  golden grain

From such depths  of  deadly pain!