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AT LAST MY COMMENTS ARE HERE… by Charly Boy

The call for global transformation has birthed some revolutionary approaches, and you can attest to this assertion just by referencing the recent events in Egypt, Libya and Yemen. Our present time is one of angu...ish, the seconds slowly passing with the gnashing of teeth; yet solution lies but a stone throw away, too near to be too far, too far to be a mirage, perhaps…in our own backyard, our reserve, our senseless Diaspora? I know too well how petrified our people in Diaspora are of coming back home, believe me I know.
They are used to a system that works, and they procrastinate the day they’ll pick up their savings and return, yes, and return to what? This is the cycle of thought that postpones the day of reckoning; for they can barely save. Taxes and investment and babies make it harder to save, because they know that they’ll need a lot saved, to attempt returning to a system that does not work. Where will they live? The lands and houses are horrendously expensive. What will they do? Jobs are non-existent. Where will their children go to school? In schools that really have no business being schools. The list is endless. Home seems so far away to the Diaspora; like a wicked mirage. But I think the mirage is in living another man’s dream, because one day you’ll wake up to find you were only a statistic, and that land will never call you its king. How long will they let it happen, how long will they allow it to go on?
I prefer to matter in this hell hole, than be insignificant in a circus. I prefer to be a general, than a statistic. Time matters to me because I matter to time, I make the times, and just like every epoch’s hero, change is important to my cause, it is a necessary upgrade for my army, small you might say but certainly mighty; yes I can boast of a few soldiers…those strong, those weak, and those unexposed, un-informed, unaware of how the system ought to work, their minds corrupted by poverty’s inevitable capitulation.
There are even those who claim to be in my army, who have traded their conscience for embezzled funds, going round the paparazzi and blowing their trumpets, their evil sounding horns. It is a major challenge to me, shouting “No!” amidst the sinful din of such noise, hoping to be heard. No soldier troops to the battlefield alone, no freedom wars are fought but by battalions. No victory is scored without sacrifice, without some opposition to societal vice. Yet they hide behind their petrifaction, and I wonder, my brothers in Diaspora; for how long?
I need change, we need change, and even more importantly; they need change.
They need a heritage that is respected; they need a kingdom, a home, a final resting place, a future that they can call their own without having to beg for it or wait for the chance to avail the second class, the inferior race. I need us all to feel as one, scattered as we are like ants traversing the beach sand, I need us to reason as one. They say that they wait for sovereignty to be re-installed, but what if sovereignty waited instead for them to come home. They know what it is for a system to work; they are not blind like some of us, or looking at life through the eyes of suffering. Their eyes are clear, their backs are straight, their strength my friends, is great. They are not like our incapacitated youth who suffer the wrong mind set on the best of days because of a stifling economy.
This radical process we must begin is in the interests of positive change, it is an “Operation Return for Change!” campaign, and the world may dub me the instigator, it is but a means to an end that is for the good of our people. Yes the brand is the rallying point, for us to meet and discuss, for us to actualize our own dreams. It’s the platform to convince them in Diaspora that they are our strongest military base, our unwavering hope. And it is when we have taken the campaign to them, through this platform, this rallying point, this indomitable brand, it is when they have known, and joined us however they can, that the battle begins.
To enlist in the General’s army, to strategize on how best to tackle the enemy, this ‘national wahala,’ call 07026028479. It is our duty to redeem this nation.

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