Drowning in corruption

 Headlines bombard our eyes, one after the other for our consumption and there seem to be no end to this. 

Senior public servants and politicians, their cohorts a step behind in dark shadows, continue to milk the country using any means possible.

 They plan in comfort and style and execute while dying mothers and their helpless children are crying out to be saved from treatable ailments. Even fathers who work hard to protect and feed their wife and children are found wanting.

 As useless as they are old and young alike have one thing in common; a cry that resonates from their wretched hearts and it continues day and night. In times of happiness and sadness their cry crashes on idle ears-ears that listen but can’t hear.

 Elders did it before and the wrinkles of their struggles scar their faces. But when their children begin, elders join and together fight to make this cry be heard.

 In this ocean of corruption, men, women and children struggle to stay afloat. Like the waves that try to escape the deep and vast ocean only to crash at the shores and return to the ocean, no matter how long we cry, there is no escaping from it.

 Below is a poetic version of what you’ve just read.


 I watched on the shore.

 I watched as they rushed, one after

the other to the shore as if to

escape from a prison deep and vast.


Breaking their anger and emptying

their frustrations in loud confusions.


Their frustrations of continuous

imprisonment in this vicious

cycle day and night.


Those who journeyed before, encouraged

by new wind journey again and again

on tired crests and troughs.


To together break their anger and

empty their frustrations.


What manner of respite would redeem

them from this stranglehold of the

ocean so deep and vast.


Not even the calmest of breeze

caressing the ocean’s surface nor a

beautiful clear blue sky is appeasing.


To escape from deep and vast ocean

will take forever which none have.


And they continue day and night to

break their anger and empty their

frustrations on the shores where

idle and hardened rocks watch.


When will this wickedness end? This question can be best answered by each and every one. When each one takes a committed step, we will witness a decline in corruption. So are you ready to take a committed step?


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