|Security is mostly a superstition.|
It does not exist in nature, nor do the children
of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run
than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
When Checky died i spoke about his death everyday because i wanted people to remember that a life has been lost. Someone like us with dreams, children and family "drop out" and we should even for a second pay homage to that person. Truth is only people who knew him really cared,most of us do not.
I am experiencing the same feelings of hopelessness and meaninglessness all over again. It would have been easier a gun man had murdered my kin but it is more difficult when the people who swore to serve and protect are the culprits and when they can create stories and people believe them.
Facebook has taught me a lot about what people are really concerned about. We no longer teach our children to see our world as one people, we teach our children to separate themselves. We socialise our children to believe that they are distinct and separate from what is happening to those people ova deh so.... I have over three hundred Facebook FRIENDS and only about ten people extended condolences to me. What the fuck happened to the other 300? NObody fi dem nah go dead!
I show support to people in their times of bereavement not because I am obligated to but because there is something within me to forces me to identify with suffering in others. I am naturally a compassionate person.I know death is no old wives tale or reserved for certain people. I don't like many people think death is some type of penalty. Dead people probably deserved what happened to them because they are bad or wicked and god is punishing them for their misdeed. There is no punishment in death because we all have to die. Just that some people will go before others. We all have a end.
I realise that Jamaicans need a deliverance. I am not going to say we need god, We need Goodism that is what we need. We need an overhaul of our value system and the way we have conditioned ourselves to think as a people. We are not fighting an easy war. I believe that the tenacity and fervency with which many of our people go about their lives, embracing their beliefs is a testament that something, may be something supernatural is propelling the scourge of evil that has overtaken our island. We are fighting as my Christian friends would say not against man or powers but the principalities of darkness.
We are heading into a dark age. We might not know it but we getting there very fast and very soon. I see our lives already engulfed in a world of sadness and dark times. I have heard stories about the things that our police officers have seen and experience. They have to build a psychological fortress so that they can be able to function after what they witness. I can imagine that the death of my cousin was not very easy on the youngsters in the force.
I am asking what is it are they teaching the future police officers? Are they trying to make them immune to the taking of a life. I know the police officers have to act tough because criminals are harder than rock stones. Police officers maybe unfeeling but murderers overall do not have a heart.
I said at the beginning that I talk about dead people because I want to keep their memories alive. But it is not an easy task to do because my cousin was killed and people calling me next day about their businesses. Clients asking about their investments. They offer condolences and its back to business. I am prepared to know that the same way that we treat our dead with disregard, its the very same way other people will treat us when we pass away too.