An Endless cry for freedom.
The worst thing that can happen to anybody is having what it takes to be free but still bound.
How can you have everything that will make you free but you still be caged by a part of yourself.
I don’t understand this concept of life but I have watched it happen over and over again. I’ve seen people who have all it takes to be successful but still bound. I wonder how someone with high intelligence and IQ can’t even get a good job placement. Sometimes I blame it on the displacement of priority until I understand what fear is especially if you don’t know who you are.
This is not about fears of achieving dreams, it is fear of being free. Being unable to speak up, not knowing who to talk to and how to act.
Generally, freedom is not free but neither is slavery painless. This is not about personal freedom.
This is my cry and that of my people. We have been in this shackle and pain. We’ve sought ways to be free but it seems freedom is painful but this slavery is causing us more pain.
At a point the pain became unbearable but it seems that every attempt to be free becomes more and more painful and our chains become tighter and trying to snap our lives from us.
We cry daily for our chains to be a bit loose but it seems that our taskmasters love our pain. And anytime we try to unite so we can break this chain, they start to drop crumbs so that some of us might be swayed to rebel against our fellow prisoners.
My confusion is how can someone be so capable of being free and still in chains. We are scared of the taskmasters. They bring all kinds of juicer offers to make us accept the chains they offer and in turn, give up our freedom.
I don’t know about the rest of my people but I’m tired of being a prisoner. I’m tired of these chains. I’m tired of how tight this chain is. It’s gradually snapping life out of us.
I want to be free but I don’t know how to go about it. I have lost some of my kinsmen in this fight for freedom and also to slavery. But I can’t give up because this chains might snap out life from me and my generations to come if I just sit and watch.
My once-treasured home is now a painful prison for me and I want to get out of it.
This is the predicament of me and my country and women. We want freedom from our rulers, freedom to live, freedom to peace, freedom to regain our lands and treasure. We’ve lost the right to this fight once but we would keep fighting cause he who runs from a fight lives to fight another day.
This is a story of a place once called home but now a prison and dump of dead bodies.
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