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It seems to me that that time we took to the
streets in the past was not only to ask for direct elections, but to directly
protest and ask leaders to be allies in our struggles
against a tiresome sad regime we had raised awareness about. Now under
different circumstances and not facing a dictatorship, again we demand a whole
new governance.
Sometimes we do that peacefully and
sometimes we tend to be more aggressive. The directors of the country, powerful
people in command, say we are being violent like they used to express
themselves about us back in the 80s’. I could speak for myself. What could an
old woman like me say about the current unobserved aspects of the whole figure?
It has been presented by rage; by locked people willing to get out of a full
cage as much as their leader from the past who has also been caught by Law makers
and executers; new revolutionaries with thoughts perhaps shared among few
students who have more time to engage with revolution than a bricklayer who
cannot stop building for time is money, and then there is me, I guess, a
retired person carrying a white flag with such a heavy flagpole, I shall say.
I guess I could add a voice to this
choir which sings, “let us choose again directly. We have made a bad choice
before and you’d better know that we are more aware of what you have been doing
up there at the Ministry Esplanade”. I would not dare to add therein that I
have not done anything superb to try to change my work companion’s convictions
about taking to his house and family part of the food prepared by the chef of
the restaurant we worked for. Never would I add to that chant that I had myself
taken some loaves home. Like the sneaky thief who steals bread from a
supermarket and gets caught, I was being caught in the act by my remembrance,
as some of the heavyweights who intelligently and opportunistically mastered
the art of stealing millions from us seemed to have finally known the justice
of God. Some of them, I shall say.