PROSE:- A WEEPING STATE…VENDETTA TO THE POWER THREE!

By Essa Bokarr Sey
 
You know….when popular voices speak consensus should listen! That’s not the case on  our piece of land. Here is a red spot with reflectors, where none is listening to  the deafening silence that is hovering over our heads. Silence does not always mean peace!  A red spot being called a state. Everything here is about stopping the signs! Nothing says move! Why all these reflectors on that red spot? Red plus red doesn’t give a spectrum or the beautiful colours of a rainbow. Red gives the colour of blood. Isn’t there blood in the water? There is! Whose blood is it? The cheating servant’s, the sad serpent’s or the sad servant’s? All I can say is, I can hear absolute demagogy in this wild arena of vendetta. There is a prism to look through and see the weeping faces of betrayed servants, the futuristic story of sad servants and wounded hearts. This prism is where one can see the reddish fangs of crawling adders, or  vampires that are  grinding their teeth. What a parade of  wild political  cats with bloody whiskers! Every cat I see is ready to spring, hunt and gather for itself. Parade halt!!!
 
For now no stand-at-ease.  Anyway and anywhere just halt!  Everything here represents vendetta in and out of the arena. An arena where spectators are watching “glad-predators” stalking towards vulnerable preys! Stratified layers of falsehood. Heaps of knots to be tightened! Tightening the knots of static wheels? Is that not stagnation? Stagnant muddy pools are causing the stench! Brooding near doom. When will my ear drums hear the word boom? Isn’t that a wan moonlight of doom and gloom? Sometimes during the silent moments of that soliloquy…no voices are heard. We only hear hearts! There are predictions that are not products of negativity, they are  jumping elements of an effervescence! Simply put!
Where  popularity is combating production. and popular evil riding on the back of unknown good.  Sinning while spinning. Raising the bar of performance in this high tide of rising sins, is like trying to sink so many shirks with one index finger! Hallucination isn’t enough. Give me more adjectives, put them in that tin. Is that enough to paint this picture of fairy tales?
Right in that circle of an endless circus of wild cats with bloody whiskers, I can hear plans. Hmmm their whispers can be deadly too. Once upon a time, I heard “freedom from hunger campaign” What a banner! Today and tomorrow….Let us release another banner….”Freedom from anger campaign” Anger and hunger divided by danger equals to thundering blunders! What a world of tall walls! What a castle of cursed causes! How many times shall we see the gates of those gallows sliding back and forth? Six feet deep! Six sheep for a festival! Six meals for the killers. How can conscience reconcile this? Urging and forcing? How about merging? Left-right-left-parade halt! History and time are the commanders of this parade of good versus evil. Both are in the minds of the beholders. Right or wrong…all I can say is…”save the backbone of Cambi
Bolongo” I can hear those eagles of war singing in the thicket. This endless vendetta makes me shiver. It is where national security itself has become a threat!  Factions versus a nation where ration is scarce! The journey of never mind ends in the city of deep regrets! Who hates who? Who hates what?
Reaping what one showed is an assurance. Sowing the good for a better harvest is an insurance. Is there any brother’s keeper here? Is there any sister’s keeper here? Do not nudge on that blazing stone!
 Where is conscience? Where is confidence? Do not lose the latter!
 Our choices in this noise! Never throw the dice before amateurs…..