KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 May Issue Vol. 0515 | Page 7

Liberian Literary Magazine 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 Promoting Liberian literature, Arts and Culture 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