PROSE: “STIMULUS-RESPONSE” UNBIAS BASIC INSTINCTS.
 
Author:Essa Bokarr SEY 
 
Today  we are going to start with this. That is, diagnosing the lessons being spread by Dr 'Kufaarak' out in the streets. Everything in these lesson plans of our famous Dr 'Kufaaarak' is like what methodologists call the "stimulus-response".  Here it is about repeating the names of objects over and over while looking at them or their visual aids. Chei! Afterwards these names will sink in the minds of a bewitched society period. All that matters here  is identity not usage!  No need to understand or use critical mindedness,simply repeat what is being said for the purpose of making noise! A method that has always been applied in places where "zombi-minded" performers maintain the order of the day. Reeling the image of this land of mythology on the huge screen of society is effective because Dr 'Kufaarak' has turned it into a classroom of false hopes. Here is an unqualified tutor with a huge club forcing his way through a lesson plan like an angry panther. Can you imagine the feeling of those in the class at this moment? Time is the head teacher whereas history is the inspectorate unit. Both will act along the way as this anrgy panther cum unqualified tutor is simply left in the classroom because the bewitched and the baffled have chosen to be civil instead of being evil. At anytime Dr 'Kufaarak' touches an object the papyrus of publicity tests repeats it over and over. That is the "stimulus". Then those  citizens in a state of hysteria while groaning in pain are forced to respond. That is the "response"!
Actually "stimulants" have their place in today's vocabulary of mishaps. What do they do? Nothing else other  than harming brain cells.
I can see a blind man with a cane being "cuddled" to trample upon the dry grass. Who is the principal character here? Dr 'Kufaarak'. Some can see but want to stay at the rear watching Dr!  Such characters are doing so because they know the blind man cannot touch the good fruits in the orchard. What is their intension here? Pretend to be blind, walking side by side only to gather more fruits for their own future. Not for the benefit of this sacred  land!  Alright! here is where time and history will strike and strike hard! I remember reading a French  writer's novel..."symphonie pastorale".  Aaaaah!  life sometimes really sucks!
Sometimes it endlessly feeds on those veins of ours while pretending to be a partner along the way. Here again we are being reminded that life is not a player neither is it in itself the results we are awaiting. It is a plateau where we all can sit down and watch the activities reel. Do not try playing the game with life itself because life always stays to see all players come and go. Who wins or who loses is not what life is after. Life is a huge reflector where all we do and say hits then bounces back. Then my good friends, why not sit and think  before saying or doing?
 
How about seeing the endless euphoria on the papyrus of publicity tests? Where Dr 'Kuafaarak' is trying so hard to paddle. In his mind he is paddling pass that crying society which is wriggling on a sea of sand dunes? How about that? Can we ever fish from a sea of sand dunes? We maybe able to dig and get wild fruits during this hot daily range but nothing fresh would ever be seen. Endlessly attempting to clean dirt itself completes the whole story of  a group in hysteria. It is good to dream sometimes but very dangerous to swim in lost illusions. Illusions go way beyond reasons and realism. They shouldn’t be the expectations of a growing society that has been sniffing mud all these years. Not at all…
 
You know when I look at Dr 'Kufaarak' visiting places and then in turn read the contents of the papyrus of publicity tests singing songs of success it makes me chuckle. For me that authenticates the trend that’s growing within? A trend of self denial. Success where machines have been packed since 1989? Success where this machine was inherited by a visiting Dr 'Kufaarak' who took over from other cats he said were inept? Saying he is/was better? This makes me as another cat really see through the essence of an old proverb…”the infallibility of man is indispensable”. A common proverb I and my classmates used to hear so many times from a former French teacher we had in Armitage   High School . An educator in the name of Mr Abua King.  However, what is bad is when man sees himself as someone who makes no mistakes! There and then he is shunning the essence of the proverb. Whereas the very essence of this saying is actually natural and realistic. In today’s Cambi Bolongo we see deliberate attempts of making a saint out of satan or “Shaytaan” and a “Shaytaan” or satan out of saints who have passed all the tests of godly meanings! That is so dangerous for a nation. The danger in it today is not about seeing something negative in what the current cats are doing then reveal it. The danger is where these mortal beings see themselves within an organ that is "presumably" beyond reproach. Or  lets say think they are beyond genuine criticism. That is like a boiling volcano. The magma cannot be held inside for ever it will come out in full force one day.
 
Of course I do agree with the school of thought that shuns force. Force or wild calculations by any means necessary can also cause more havoc. There and then is where we need to converge on a center called concensus. I cannot agree more here with any cat calling for mature politics. The latter is true and doable. At least for the sake of posterity. Next will be this question? Can Dr 'Kufaarak' adjust? Hmmmm…..here is a challenge for me and for you! Does that mean one needs to organize a contest? Where it will be realism versus stoicism?  Laugh at my naive part but do not laugh at the naive part of life. Life sometimes feeds on naviety anyway. Doesn't it? Yes it does cause past failures and past hypothetical calculations have left so much on the table for us to revisit. What a vast field of semantics here! A vast field yeah. This is the sea of ideas. Ideas matter, they matter so much for me as another cat in my corner. It pleases this cat when it sees other cats sending to different mediums all those good ideas of hope. It displeases this cat when it sees ideas of hopelessness being germinated. Hope is power! Like Barak  Obama says..."Yes we can!" Although in our own case we will go beyond that. We will first of all ask ourselves this.. "Can do what?" Obama's zeal and shield stems from various factors. Some are historical others are contemporary. Ours cannot escape the same stem either. The tree is the same. This tree is called world community of nations! It is pleasing to see all cats talking the same language now! Maturity and consensus that’s more than a kool aid in the middle of the Kalahari desert ! Where there is hope there is life. Our homeland will reach the peak. We will all agree one day with a lot of smiles. If the warring factions in Ivory Coast can make we can do so as well.
There is a great mind who said this…”all wars end on the negotiating table therefore why not start from there?” This cat is gone for now see Ya!