Saturday, August 25, 2012

When hard work loses its appeal…

“When hard work loses its appeal
When doing things right is no longer popular
When following due process is not the ‘in’ thing anymore
Shouldn’t we fear the worst?”

I wasn’t around then. But I go into my special world. I go into my big world of imagination. Into my special place that makes neverland look like ‘unspecial’. And there I get to travel back in time. I travel back to the time when our fathers were boy and mothers were girls. And I see a society that works. I saw a place where there was pride in wearing old fashioned shoes as long as you bought them yourself. I saw a place where owning a vespa motorcycle would attract girls because you were no longer daddy’s little boy. I saw a place where girls who weren’t the partying crazy type were respected for their disciplined lifestyles. I saw a place where young employees were willing to wait their turns in climbing the ladder.

Well.. then I get jolted back into reality. And I’m back in this world. A ‘microwave’ world. A world where it’s just ‘me, myself and I’. Where only riches matter, how it’s achieved is not important. Where only fun is important, at what expense doesn’t matter.

Ambition can’t be questioned, the problem however is motive and methodology.

In life, what feels good feels good. Simple. And that is a simple fact moralists and religious leaders fail to see. So I won’t buy into the whole ‘why’re you doing it’ thing. But my opinion is that in obtaining what feels good, in doing what comes naturally, shouldn’t the long run somehow be considered? It’s understandable that a man wants to fool around with his scantily clad secretary but what about the consequences on his wife and children? What about the falls it will bring to his finances? What about the spiritual implications - if he has any spiritual reality that is?

There’s financial misappropriation and graft in high levels of government and important organisations. And it’s become the norm. But if bad has become the norm, does that mean we have simply given up on good?

The truth is there’s no one to bell the cat. No one to take the first step in tackling the seeming rot in the moral fabric of the world we live in. Because the first to act often swims against the tide and I can assure you that’s not an easy feat. The sacrifices abound. The hits and body slams for being different. However, as hard and difficult as it might seem, it is necessary. If we keep exploiting things at face value and taking advantage of every seeming avenue to have instant fun and gratification, what world would be left to those who are to come? What would be left of this planet when our children arrive? And would they curse or bless our memory?

Amilcar Cabral

Amilcar Cabral was born in what is now Guinea-Bissau (then Portuguese guinea) on the 12th of September, 1924. Though he was born in Guinea-Bissau, his parents were from Cape Verde. This, in my opinion, gave him genuine concern for the well being of both nations. He studied in both Cape Verde and Portugal. In Portugal, he must have experienced what real development was like in the western world obviously with a view of the way these colonial masters were running the affair of his home countires.

He returned to Africa after his studies abroad. His quest to see the African Portuguese colonised countries led him to led him to create the African Party for the independence of Guinea and Cape Verde (PAIGC). Been a citizen of both countries. Amilcar then proceeded to lead a guerrilla warfare against the Portuguese with the PAIGC.

Amilcar set up base in what is now Guinea-Bissau. And from there he waged a guerrilla-type warfare against the Portuguese colonialists from the early 60’s until his death. He was focused on increasing the standard of living of the local populace.

Amilcar Cabral
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Cabral was well liked across Africa. A deduction I come to due to the fact that the Ghanaian leader, Kwame Nkrumah let him set up base in his country. From there, he trained his troops.

 One of the many policies he put in place was to teach the local farmers how best to utilise their land. Even the soldiers, when they were not fighting had to help in the cultivation of the land. He also had a bazaar system in place to make needed commodities available to the countryside dwellers and people who would normally not be able two afford them. The bazaar went around the country.

Well, Amilcar Cabral, by wanting the betterment of the standard of living of his people had commited a crime against the powers that be. He had stepped on toes of those who had the interest in keeping the cape-verdeans shackled. He had croosed the invisible line by wanting to break the citizens of Guinea Bissau out of the metaphorical and, to some, even literal prisons they were in. Like Lumumba, Cabral had to go.

He was assassinated by a fellow lieutenant in his guerrilla army in 1973. InocĂȘncio Kani with the help of the Portuguese secret police killed him. It was actually a botched plan to arrest him and leave him under house arrest.

Yet again, another brilliant mind was snuffed out by the colonial powers. Amilcar was no more and the country was neocolonially in the control of the imperialists. His Other people took over from where he left, as is the case with most African countries, I think its safe to say the both countries never lived to their potentials. At least not the potential Amilcar Cabral saw in them.