Edna Ninsiima When chains are replaced with virtual mouth gags
and whips with deprivation of social interactions.
When in the place of cargo, is a leper economy aggravated by mobile transfer service shut downs
and in that of white aristocratic masters, are delusional power gripping leaders masquerading as democrats.
When the channels through which contemporary songs of freedom are sung have been curtailed
and the composers browbeaten and incarcerated without or on baseless charges.
When in the place of scars and wounds from whips are pained hearts and souls withered from suppressed internal battles and frustrations
then my friends, we’re in bondage. Slavery never left, its appearance just got better.
When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.
― Nelson Mandela
Socks!!
Somehow deep down in me I see myself allowing this slave trade, deep down there I know my voice has been cut off and justice has been denied to me, I know I will suffer if I don’t speak up but speak up to who? Who will hear me, hear me moan and cry for justice, who will rescue me? Who?!
I hear you! I struggle with the “who” questions too. I guess we have to speak anyway. To just keep speaking and never tire. Even if we might be on our own.