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to the twisted mess they
engineered and oversaw….
Policies
that
keep
entrapping us, our nations
and mostly our young
people. To them, young
people of today refuse to
learn, be humble and wait
for their turn to lead… by
this they mean, hush it
until we bid this world
farewell. You can do with it
whatever you so wish.
So, you can imagine my
surprise when it became
known that they did not
feel Haiti was black enough
to be a part of the Union.
They were like, ‘Well, you
are black alright, but just
not African enough to
qualify… after all, you’re
way on the other side of
the ocean, what the heck
has gotten into ya heads?”
They feel it is fine to be in
solidarity than to actually
have to be in solidarity. But
I’d be dammed if half of
these folks would feel same
if the EU or ASEAN offered
them membership on silver
platter? How many would
suddenly
realize
the
‘global’ world we live in
and how boarders are
flexible? I just wonder?
The union, to me is less
potent than an old hankie
boy
loaded
with
enhancement drugs on a
date night. They cling on to
an even deader ideology of
Pan Africanism. No, I am
not a self-hating brother.
No
I
am
not
“unenlightened” whatever
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the
heck
that
has
transformed to mean to
people these days. I am
practical. A realist. Having
hope is one thing, but
seriously believing that we
can be pan-African is
delusional, I think. In part,
we can exhibit traits to
enhance all our survivor,
but the union as it is
formed and everything it
has
transformed
into
currently, is nothing like
the founders dreamed. At
least they had guts and
dared. When the Tubmans,
Tolberts,
Nkrumahs,
Toures, Lumumbas, Silases,
Stevens etc. spoke or
gathered,
the
world
watched in anticipation.
No, I err not when I address
these giants in the plural.
They were men that
carried their individual
essence and the collective
essence they represented.
They knew and they
understood that it was
more than them; that they
were mere tools that
worked for the masses.
Granted, there are a
bunch of hard working and
well respected folks at
various levels of the AU.
Many I am in awe of but the
system is screwed so no
matter what, their hard
work and efforts often get
derailed by this Old Boy’s
club. Should they stop? Hell
no, to each his own. They
can keep at it all they wish,
in fact, if they are so
vested I’d encourage them
7
to do just that, but I ain’t
bearing that cross with
them.
A body that has been
around longer than or as
long as the EU and ASEAN
but she is the least
prepared. So we end up
with folks that have been
around
longer
than
Methuselah; doing less than
Bugs Bunny does, putting in
as much efforts as Timon
does, as cunning as Ursula
is and as devious as only
Uncle Scar can be. More so,
they can spin a ‘Happy’
story as good as Lovelace
can.
Oh yeah I enjoy cartoons.
They
at
least
offer
countless
possibilities.
They show kids at an early
age that anything is
possible. Unlike the Oldies
Club, they inspire us to do
more, strive for more.
Imagine a kid seeing
Thomas being quashed,
mashed, rolled over and
dry cleaned all by the little
rodent Jerry? They get to
learn an important lesson,
that size and intimidation
do not really matter if one
is willing and prepared.
Perhaps we should lock
these people in one of their
conferences and overload
them with cartoons. I am
sure they can learn a thing
or two from the exercise.
Certainly it does not hurt.
So, why am I angry this
time at the people? What
did
they
do?
Good
questions. The answer is