UNITE TO CONQUER
UNITE TO CONQUER I have watched and read with so much pain as we tear at each other because our tongues and religions differ. I wonder what our lots would have been if we still had colonial masters to contend with or if we were back in the America of 50-60 years ago, where a monkey had more respect than a black man. America of old, where your capacity was defined by the colour of your skin. An America, where the content of your character was a reflection of your colour. I am pained and angry at a generation which strives only to destroy. A generation whose greed is unending and insatiable while loathing the poor, needy and orphaned in our midst we gullibly give to the rich. A generation, which perceives difference in tongues or religions other than theirs as inferiority. What a generation! Yet, I do not know a race, tribe or religion whose blood is green or blue (forget the blue blood yarns). What flows within all of us is RED. I do no...