It's a human sign
When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation's strong
Into the boundary
Of each married man
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands
Cold, cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things lookin' better, baby
Just passin' through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts livin'
In two separate world
But, it's no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It's no sacrifice, at all
Mutual misunderstandin'
After the fact
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act
We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy hurts
Cold, cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things lookin' better, baby
Just passin' through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts livin'
In two separate world
But, it's no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It's no sacrifice, at all x 5
After listening to Elton John’s sacrifice, I mused about stupid stuff some bankrupt politicos a la Kiquette say. You’ll hear them saying that they’re in politics to serve the boozers while they actually are there to screw them up. If they truly love the boozers, ask them: Why are boozers always poor and screwed up? If they truly love them, why do they spend boozers’ taxes unwisely and without any discipline?
Does J4 Kawa-dog who defiled out education love boozers really? If you love them you’ll listen to them-quit. Boozers told him to hit the road after defecating in their office. He refused so did his mentor and maker Jake.
Does Anna Makidamakida love the boozers by intimidating their reps? Does Sayd Mwema love boozers by allowing cops to butcher them quite often? Does mzee Pinder love boozers by instigating and ordering cops to beat and kill boozers wantonly? Does Eddie Lowassa love boozers? Why did he invent Richmonduli just like Ben Mkapa with his ANBEN? Again, all those guys above say they love boozers! Is this love? Bob Marley once said:
So I throw my cards on your table!
I wanna love you - I wanna love and treat - love and treat you right;
We'll share the same room, yeah! Jah provide the bread.
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
Let me say it louder. This sort of love’s wicked and disparaging. Yes. They throw their cards on the table and we vote for them to eat us free of charge. They greedly use our power as a bargaining chip for their wicked and dubious deals. These betes noires suck our blood in the name of love and power. These beasts even eat without washing their hands. Others eat with both legs and hands. They throw their cards and dupe us into voting for them. They promise us better life for all. They promised to share their shelter and bed. Alas, in the end, they live in Masaki and other upper-class areas with all amenities paid for by our taxes while we suffer in Uswekeni. Is this love really? They share bed with thieves and venal creatures. Remember EPA? What of Kagodamn and IPTL? Have you forgotten Net Solution Group that ended up becoming Net problematic Group that felled our Tanesco and NBC? Think twice about this fake love of theirs.
They promise to provide the bread. In the end, they end up providing nothing but stones. They eat everything and leave the table clean. No crumbs or what that falls from their picnic! They say we’ll share their yum yum. In the end we share nothing but beatings and humiliation. Is this love?
Keep in mind though, when they tell boozers they love them, the mean donkey-man love, not man-man love. They mean candle love whereby boozers become candles to light for those wicked creatures. Is this love? I hate this dull love full of deceit and heartbreak. I hate this sort of love full of exploitation, arrogance and disgrace. This love is punitive and primitive so to speak. Others call it democracy. Yeah. It is demon crazy. Phew! What type of democracy is this that empowers a few to rob the melee? I like monkeys and other beasts. They hate this sort of democracy. Only chickens like it whereas the cockerel lord it over everybody inferior of female. A whooping crane knows when to whoop while boozers don’t know when to love and be loved in this deceptive love full of folly and exploitation.
Alas-they like us to suffer even if it means to die for their comfy. Again, they’ll shamelessly say and make us believe that this is the right way to love us. Is this love or bluff? To heck with this sort of love!
The other day I was asking my wife if she’d like me to be surrounded by bodyguards when I become president. She gave me a condition that those bodyguards should guard me against all others except her and our children. As first lady she wanted freedom of owning me more than those that voted for me. She’s right. As Wayne Gerard Trotman put it, “Fear sees, even when eyes are closed. “Thereafter, I imagined how our ‘beloved rulers’ love us by fearing us. Yeah. Ask them why they've bodyguards? They love us by not trusting us. Interestingly, we accept this sort of deceptive love. We’re duped by security pretexts. While they run for presidency, we commingle with them. They rub shoulders with all screwed up boozers. After getting what they wanted, their new love of fear and suspicion kicks in. Instead of becoming lovers, we become foes.
What adds up’s the fact that we whom they fear pay for their bodyguards who, in turn, exploit and humiliate us. Is this love? Who needs it? We’re like a donkey that carries their dirty and heavy baggage. When will we rebel? We need to. We surely need to turn tables against them shall we aspire to live like normal respectable bin-Adams.
We sometimes toggle with ideas in order to get the solutions of the problems at hand. I've always been toggling with the idea of how we can awake our people to take on corrupt and rotten system manning them.
Today’s wisdom is: Fear those whose fear surround them with bodyguards in the name of pseudo love of security. Why their security but not ours?
Source: Thisday Nov., 4, 2013.
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