If you are still wondering how this word is pronounced, welcome to the club.
There has been a lot said and done by who, nobody knows. There are so many opinions about anything but who said I care?
I remember that time, the very first day when I was not allowed to leave my compound which forced me to double-check my title deed. To my surprise, the ownership had never been mine at all. I had been double-crossed. It was titled “The illusionist”.
“What the hell on Earth is this?”, I bellowed to whoever was listening in.
Since then I realized the Pandemic was a mirror to reflect the reality of my little world.
Everyone wants to be in control of or own one thing or another be it a child or an adult. Maybe it’s something that keeps our ambitions and insecurities in balance at whatever stage we are in life.
Can this idea of being in control be absolute? Can the Big boys assume ownership of the systems they run? Or there will be something or someone bigger than them. Could this be “The illusionist?” OMG! maybe I have cracked the code, maybe not. I know nothing at all compared to all that a human mind can fathom. I only tell what I have seen with my naive experience.
My name is Nol Abade, growing up I knew exactly what I wanted to be. Though my background was a bit twisted, I decided not to take the path of the ones before me. I knew very well that my way out was to go through school, get a decent job, make a family, build a wealth empire, leave a legacy and finally return to earth.
About 2 years ago our world was hit again by a pandemic which caused a lot of panic, domestic violence, uncertainty, depression, social disorders, and so on in our communities. Governments issued strict guidelines to curb the spread but they could only try. Strategic tools like lockdowns, sensitization, and curfews among others we utilized. The use of face masks while in our homes and public places is enforced. However, this had spread to the extent of claiming the lives of those close to us and left the lucky ones bedridden. It hit hard for the areas closest to the patient zero by the time it reached other parts of the world, they were quiet preparing for it.
I remember everything that day, the defense was making their routine patrol within the community. I wanted to get fresh air outside so I stood on the verandah. Since it was beyond curfew time, they wanted to load me up on their unit patrol car, I told them this was my home. They couldn’t listen until I had to “identify myself”. I couldn’t imagine that I couldn’t even step into my compound in the name of guidelines and strategies. May be am not patriotic or a hero but this is my house and my property. Beyond curfew time no one was allowed to be seen outside even on their “verandah”, it was then a thought came to my mind, “The control and ownership I have is borrowed until the owner comes for it”
Who really controls and owns the systems that run this world is it “TSINOISULLI?” or there is a bigger boy?
Always remember that someone is always watching… and on top of the game.
By Nakayenga Asia