Dear Editor,
THE superiority of a black man has mainly been noticed and appreciated in entertainment activities. Like gladiators, his presence, in that field, still feeds the egos of his oppressors. And his fury propels him to stardom but he is a fading star because he matters not in his universe. He remains a slave he was trained to be.
Back home, Edgar Lungu and Hakainde Hichilema are misusing the necessary energy needed to make it known that black lives matter, to fight each other for temporary political glory while a child in rural Zambia dies of hunger.
The current political system was crafted by the west to put Africa in check and we have perfected the game, much to their surprise.
It freezes my mind each time I see an oppressed man oppressing his brother, using an oppressor’s tactics to accomplish his mortal fame. The injection of religion into our culture, removing spirituality, was not an accident. It has since created an African who would offer a prayer to a hungry neighbour instead of food.
We want to accumulate more than we can consume, in a society where the majority can hardly tell the difference between life and death.
But when those who criticise Paul Kagame see the face of Thomas Sankara in him, they will pay little attention to those who want to yoke us with a western ideology of multiparty democracy which takes away power from the people and renders it to the political elite to serve our oppressors.
Maya Angelou’s book, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” always whispers to me that words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. What we need is unity of purpose and not this divisive political ideology that has caused a brother to hate his own blood.
After the August 12 general elections, who will truly be the winners? The gladiators or the sponsors of the game? I leave it to a critical thinking mind.
MPANDASHALO EVANS MWEWA.
