By Ahmed Hussein
While I lay there in bed covered with a huge blanket, the demons have awakened to paint the world. A painting that has shaped the future of many… Yes majority except the few that have been rescued by the almighty. I keep on turning sideways until my lazy body is illuminated by the rays from the sun incoming from the windows. I remain there wanting to slumber on but am outwitted by a thought, the thought of looking for a job… yes a job not a career but something to do to earn a living. The thought of being not in the same state come tomorrow but I remember they say we need to challenge our own assumptions, our assumptions are our windows on the world, scrub them off every once in a while or the light won’t come in.
In my thoughts I am caught up in nostalgia, a longing for my past memories when I was a child. There is a garden in childhood, an enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again. It’s in our upbringing that is the most beautiful of all life seasons and a place where lies the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.
I remain there slowly turning juvenile pages until in my thinking I come to a time when the door opens to let the future in. yes the future, I know by now some of you are wondering why I am worried about the future but spare me the criticism since it’s a subject worth the ink. Besides we shall all be concerned about the future because we will spend the rest of our lives there. I know most of us will rather spend the day politicking about the past but we should fathom that the past can’t see you but the future is listening.
Shaping our future is quite an obstacle today as resources are mismanaged in an era where the term “what can you do” has been replaced by the phrase “whom do you know”. The county government that we craved for during its formation years back has been a curse until now. Twelve months since the new form of administration has been enacted there is already a huge outcry. There is a lot of mayhem surrounding the future of northerners and the resources are at stake.
But nay stop it! Don’t lampoon them; you elected them into office to do what they best do. Divide posts and push in descendants of their next kin and friends into office in the pretext of saying they have the necessary skills. On the flip side a qualified and vivacious young man with the ability to craft answers and have plans that are in line with the people’s needs is locked out with the fake reason of lacking the experience.
Time might have elapsed while I was still subdued in my thoughts but in reality not much has changed only that I am now seated on the edge of the bed hands around my chin and evaluating the present. Yes the present…. Yet again some might have their eyebrows raised but they say the present is pregnant with the future.
For now I remain there etched in my dreams trying to figure something out but at least I understand that the course of life is unpredictable, no one can write his autobiography in advance. Although at this juncture mine is only to touch on the issue via my dexterity and for the future: lies an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face. Unfortunately with the recent and growing practices among the county executive in northern Counties the future of thousands of people appears bleak.
Mr. Ahmed is a Freelance Journalist