WHY I WANT YOU TO DIE!

Haha. Guess I caught your attention. However, that doesn’t mean I am kidding. I seriously want you (yes you!) to die. I’ve been pondering on this for a while and I think it’s about time I told you why I so much yearn for you to die…  

We live in an overpopulated world of about 7 billion people (and still counting) where the basic necessities of life are extremely rare to come by, especially by a chunk of this whopping population. A lot more others, after struggling to have a sip of life’s necessities, are further oppressed, with the little they have, being wrestled back from them by the heartless, corrupt few.  

So… I somewhat began to side with nature. Because… in its own wisdom, it put in place measures to check and balance the population. These measures… we call natural disasters! Such disasters include floods, pandemics, hurricanes, name them. These ‘disasters’ are only means nature is trying to help us ooo… At least, with the existence of a checked-and-balanced population on Earth, maybe… each of us each day could have a three square meal and even more! 

However, let’s take a look at Africa. We slaughter each other every day at the least provocation. Most leaders oppress their subordinates to death. At almost every election, there’s some kind of shed of blood. So… we don’t even allow nature to do its own selection by way of the ‘disasters’. We do it ourselves!    

Does it then mean our population is balanced here in Africa? Hmm… maybe… maybe not! In spite of the natural disasters (especially drought) that have plagued our continent, we still have a chunk of us wallowing in abject poverty! Regardless of how much or few we are, we still struggle to survive; almost always doing so at the expense of baits called aids and grants. So… the matter of survival is not about numbers at all! Most continents far outnumber us yet, we dream of seeking greener pastures there.

I come back to ask… did I want you to literally die... then? Of course not! The more we die, the more sorrow there is, hence, the more our problems are even compounded. What I wanted to die was the tyrant within you, the greed that lurks in your heart, the hypocrisy that you carefully wear as a mask and of course, the corruption that has almost become your middle name! That’s you. I mean you (yes you!).

If we could share the little nature could provide and not push others around because they reposed so much trust and confidence in us, hence giving us power, our continent could be one we all could boast of. If you and I could be content with the little we had, and not desire those of others, to the extent of strangling them just to have theirs, our motherland could indeed be the destination for greener pastures for all. Think about it. It all begins with you and me…

So, if you still ask me… I would insist that you die… and I mean it! Because… at the death of the selfishness and corrupt you, we all begin to live! God bless Ghana!