No Change

Ours is a nation of “No Change!” Before, we said it in the foreign language of masters across the seas and oceans “No change!” we hollered. But fortunate for us indeed that we have the only man with a vision heading our nation; he smoothly translated it for us into a language we better understand “Pakalast!” we now scream. “No change!” “Pakalast!” How true that is! From time immemorial, we have lived so; ancestral chiefs and kings, colonial masters and presidents of the Republic, we have bowed in awe to all, reliving and reliving the atrocious slogan, “No change!” “No change!” “Pakalast!” We are bound by the vicious cycle of a nation without rule of law, chained to the shackles of autocratic rulers who claim to be champions of change. “Pakalast!” “No change!” “Pakalast!” We are mired deep in the ditch of abject poverty, teeming with unwaged youths, murdered by state organs sapped of all human consciousness, weighed down like a drowning man by scandals upon scandals of corruption with great farces of elections “Pakalast!” “No change!” “Pakalast!” We are a nation of no change, a nation of no hope, our people too weary to do anything but to squeal the slogan in voices callused by despondency “No change!” “Pakalast!”