A hurricane is sweeping through Cernoland (medical emergencies aside). Its hard to keep track of what day it is. Days not spent in the office are called public holidays and weekends apparently. Such as our first truly independent, independence day. Without a war that defined the last 30 years, the corrupt politicians who kept it going and the dictates of far away terrorist sheltering governments. Personally I prefer the corrupt politicians who ended this war.
Of course these are naive simplistic thoughts. Since I never had to worry about a loved one ending up like this I might be expected to take a slightly more sophisticated view. I might come across a government “stooge” — particularly to some relatives who will never know.
We may have political differences but we are still family. Right now that’s what counts. We have to rely on each other, not politicians make the new optimism real. Just as we did when times were bad. Undoubtedly life is a messy process littered with some hard choices. Some of them may be very personal. I’m just waiting for veranda gripping to be over. Though I have to admit I don’t think I can take another convoluted story about how the president’s family rigged the elections.
All I hope from our rulers is a bit of boring history. Without riots, rebellions and terrorism. A time we can remember through harmless personal histories. Of being left alone to earn a living, contribute to some economic growth and perhaps win an international cricket match or two. If our rulers can provide that, they have earned whatever they looted in all the stories I have heard.
Right now, I’m amazed at the simple miracle of finding the time to peck these sloppy incoherent words. Something I tentatively started 3 years ago today– an event as insignificant as this blog. At least it gets the floating words out of my head to focus on more important things.
Finally to you who have put up with it all, Thank you😀