As reflect on Nelson Mandela including his struggle days seeking freedom for the black people in South, my love for him grow higher and higher. Twenty seven years he spent in prison being buffeted, intimidated, tortured and dehumanized while seeking equality and racial integration between and amongst the people of South Africa. His was a search for power to the people-power to plant the seeds of love, power to raise the dignity of the black man, power to balance the social and political equation of South Africa and power to prove to the whole world that he was fighting to set the record straight.
In so doing he remained unbothered like the size of a grain of sand being guided by the determination to see racial segregation bowing low to national unity between and amongst the blacks and whites in South Africa.
He remained firm and stood by his vows and today South Africa is singing a song of peace and national reconciliation. He became the first black president for that great nation for six years. As man of words, he stepped aside after the expiration of the six years and allowed power to be handled by another hand. He nurtured others to take over and succeeded in so doing.
The entire world cherished Nelson and even continues to salute him today for thrashing away the excitement that often accompany power including greed and selfishness. Like the wise bees that often economize how they drink the wine, Nelson guided himself against the persuasion often orchestrated by power-greed for wealth, change of tongue to keep going on, being moved by songs and praises from sycophants, political ill advisors, etc.
The wise bees don’t die in the wine like the idiotic ones because they (wise bees) know that the sweetness of the wine is closely associated by possible death. Like the silly bees that would follow the sweetness of the wine and die, unwise politicians usually follow the grace and honor associated by power and die dreadfully. Our individual experiences can bear the testimonies of this fact.
Imprudent politicians often regard power as their heirs, seek to monopolize it, abuse its intended purpose and therefore set the pace for possible chaos and confusion in society. They use power to harm others and plunge the society in the dungeon, being arrogant and tyrannical in nature.
Imprudent politicians often seek to manipulate the organic law of the society aimed at perpetuating themselves in power at the detriment of the society and people. The wise ones would leave power while it is noon knowing that when power over stays in one’s hands it becomes like useless toys.
Wise politicians would drive the vehicle of power like the professional drivers who do not submit to drinking alcoholic while driving. They change the gears on a timely basis likewise the oil, water, plugs in addition to other maintenance works in order to get the vehicle efficiently running.
This routine is also expected as one drives the vehicle of power. The gears of the vehicle of power include living up to one’s vows made once upon the time while seeking power including relinquishing power on time, avoiding the advice of self-seekers and standing above the temptation of wealth among other things that can possibly corrupt the human mind.
Nelson did prove negative considering the greed for power. He promised one term and ensured that the promise was marched to its reality unlike many others who soon forget what they said they would do when seeking power.
I love and salute Nelson for being a man of words, for proving that he was not just fighting for power for himself but to set the record straight that blacks and whites can live together and turn the wheel of oneness moving in South Africa.
Today South Africa is reaping the fruit of peace and harmony Nelson planted. Racism has taken its exit; racial equality is now the common denominator of the land; political dominance has been reduced, etc.
I wish he were near me to receive his crown, get a pat on the back; teach the politicians in my land the Mandelaic political method, vision and mission. The politicians of my land do not remember their own political vows; they have the tendency of changing tongues when they succeed in getting to power. They are often amused by songs of praises as well as subscribe to advices that are counterproductive to the tenet of democracy.
In addition to the lust for power they are greedy for wealth. My country is rich yet poor. It is rich in natural resources made available by God for the entire citizenry yet poor because these wealth are not used for the intended purpose. A few people are rich while the bulk of the people wallow in abject poverty just living by chance of grace. My land lacks good roads, safe drinking water, good medical attention, food, etc.
There is little of no patriotism on the part of the politicians of my land. In my land the honest people are not rewarded; the wicked ones are preferred by the power that be. In my land theories are not practicalized; truth is not honored; sincerity often crash lands; false pretenders are embraced.
I wish Nelson could visit my land and teach my politicians the danger in being greedy; in not remembering one’s own vow; and the lack of political will power to effect changes in the lives of the people. Yes, my country lies between bed bugs and mosquitoes which suck its economic blood and narrow its social peace and harmony. The bed bugs are the quiet and wicked people who are bent on robbing the state for their own selfish economic gains. Most of them came from the Diaspora and lack every tissue of nationalism. Their loyalty is divided. The mosquitoes are the inexperienced people as it relates to governance whose ambition for power keep bubbling. They appear highly uncompromising when it comes to corruption. They too want power to suck the economic blood of the land and keep the people in poverty.
In the wake of this Liberia sits and painfully wait for the time the real people could come to take her to the next level. I wish Nelson was in my land to lead the people to the desired destiny.