Insight Africa

You might call me a pessimist, sceptic or any other noun used to describe the nature i project in my writings, especially in my poetry. At times even I may agree with such statements but that would be relative, with respect to the given topic at hand. As all grown ups will concur the sun does not always shine, the same applies to the world we live in. What i am trying to say is that some degree of pessimism is always healthy. In this day and age it seems that asking questions is no longer considered a learning process, the slave must accept what the democratically elected kings and queens of our humble peasant societies ask us too. That might be a far-fetched illustration of our advanced and sophisticated societies, or maybe it is as simple as that. Maybe we are to domesticate or to engrossed in our numerous handheld technologies or deafened by huge monstrous headphones to realise the problems faced by our local communities. Whatever way you...

I will tell you this and this is of my own opinion. Whether to have you in agreement or in opposition is really not my required objective. Nor have you to my thoughts offering submission, such is the nature of the day that man bends his will in obedience to any, even more to his antagonist. A blade to yourself must surely be a matter of concern, if not to you then to the one closest in kinship you turn. If you had a choice to watch yourself in the flames of Africa’s hatred burn, would wisdom of its pain be not a sure lesson to learn? From the mistakes of the past has knowledge not been derived?  Do the blisters and charred flesh offer no wisdom in return? When did self-loathing become fashionable, selling your heritage, religion and worth in exchanged for your initiation as a creditable slave? In small gatherings of peer exchange, we used to compile guilt of such sale to our seniors. How feeble and pompous the notions of the newly beginners,as we no longer enslave only ou...