To the power company. . .with venom

I write you a letter; scratch that, a poem,

I’ve tried every approach, but the words,
I guess are too big,

You simply don’t know ‘em.

So here’s another attempt, borne out of a cut wire,

The approach,

Different in every way entire.

 

It pisses me off no end, knowing I’m stuck with you,

Down right shitty is the reality,

The fact,

That neither I nor my countrymen

Have anything we can do…

Except hope….and dream,

And dream….

 

Dream a dream filled with animosity,

Bursting at the seam, with intent cold,

Filled to the brim with desires of the mold,

The mold of which I speak,

Is the kind from which I derive a kick,

Like when I watch a flick,

Where the sick demented prick

Meets his end,

His demise,

Gone, till Kingdom come.

Nobody cries… nobody tries.

 

That’s what I feel for you,

Hate.

Loathing.

Ire…

er, excuse me Your Excellency…

I can call you that can’t I? The whole your Excellency thing?

I mean, I realize, as you probably have that things are spiraling out of hand. Heck, is it just me or are you in the backseat as well? Gils said there was a mafia type arrangement in the government, but I kinda put that down to being like, you know, the premise for some movie. I mean, Amin had The Last King of Scotland, why shouldn’t you get something?

Anyway, did you see what happened on Thursday? Did anyone tell you? Did you read about it? Well, in case you missed it, I’ll tell you. The shit hit the fan. It wasn’t nice. People died. Oh that’s right. You know about it and you’re blaming it (as has become your modus operandi) on the opposition parties. Dude, we are not buying that. Someone somewhere probably is, because somehow we still have CHOGM and no one is asking you to step down. I suppose all that jazz about being the only one with a vision actually struck a chord somewhere. Then again, maybe you have messed up to the point that no one wants to be in charge of cleaning up. I know how that can get real icky.

So what’s the deal man? Why do we have to choose between sugar and wood. Wood’s nice, sugar is sweet…and that statement is laced with innuendo. Which is a thing we ARTS students can pull off. We are pretty awesome like that, pretty smart even. I am not saying that the Sciences you advocate for are entirely useless. But seriously, face it. There simply isn’t any middle ground with most Science scholars. Its all cause and effect with them. No rationale, no compromise. Its tit for tat, man. Case in point, You give away our land and property, we will strike. Am I getting through to you?

And what’s this shit I’m hearing about how we owe some dude money? For real man, we don’t owe anyone shit. We pay our taxes, the airtime thing pissed us off, but hey, the country needs money doesn’t it? How are we going to get that money? We are not going to go all slutty and sell ourselves to the highest bidder are we? No. That’s because prostitution is illegal. So its taxes for us. Massive electricity bills, increased fares, weird fees at institutions lf learning…the ones you haven’t given away anyway.

I am not bitching or anything, you are, after all is said and done, our leader. There is some question as to how that happened, but the judges say you are so that’s that. You know the judges, the dudes getting hundreds of millions in salaries. Yeah, that’s them. Good Ol’ judges…can’t go wrong with the judges can you. No way…snap, I lost the plot back there… you know what that’s like right?

I do not condone violence either, I’m with you on that one sir. Its not just the wrong way of doing things, its also a painful way of doing things. But you gotta admit, this was a long time coming. You step on a couple of toes and someone is bound to hit back. Usually its Warren or Ken, but you tend to sort that out with some tear gas. Hey, Is that what you mean when you say you’re the only one with vision, coz I gotta admit, that’s smart. I can’t see squat with that gas in the air. It stings…and in case you missed it. It kills.

A pal said this stuff is going to spiral way out of control. On the one hand…no, screw that, it won’t. And I’m sure you also know that, which is probably why you can keep up the haughty I don’t give a fcuk attititude. We don’t see things through. We will bitch and moan about how you’ve done us wrong and all that, but its only temporary. We are weak. I don’t know…is that an achievement? Is this your doing? Nuh, of course not, that’s giving you way too much credit. You had us at Amin was a prick and I am not, so we figured this is as good as it gets….as it got.

Seriously dude, you just have to give in this time. We the people have decided we want our trees. We love them. And I’m sure you too don’t mind the wood deep down. Think about it, when you ask for… nay, when you are doing the obligatory rounds, the campaigns and what not for term number four or five or six (I am not giving you seven terms, a man can only live for so long..actually, I think Mugabe has pulled it off, so has Gadaffi…okay, fine) or seven or eight or nine…no one is going to buy that we love you that much. I mean, I can pretend I’m crazy about you, but I’m not that good an actor. Someone is bound to see through the façade.

I’m scared man. Every time there is a riot, you bring out the big guns, literally. That there is some messed up shit. I can’t hang out anymore…I gather people can’t even pee in the gutter anymore, lest some operative is in camouflage. But, clearly its just hanky dory, absolutely alright for you to take the piss…

I’m not saying this is a you thing. Its an African leader mentality. And its contagious. We are to blame to some extent. We led you on, gave you the impression that we were like, so in love with you. Man we lied. You can’t keep holding that shit against us. We are in a loveless relationship. We want to see other people…you know those election results? Take a hint man.

We

Are

Tired

Of all the drama.