This last one was never published. We could not agree on the content and length. It was supposed to be a series. I was going to wax lyrical about religion and its pervasive effects on my society. But yeah, I am lazy. Writing is not that fun, guys. Deal.
There are just some Friday nights that
arrive and you are filled with fear. It is not Friday the thirteenth. It is not
Halloween. And yet, decent people weep quietly as they wait, with trepidation,
for the Sun to go down. It does not start immediately. Oh no, you have a few
hours of sweet, normal darkness. And then as the clock hand draws closer to
11/12 (the witching hour, as some call it), they come. The high pitched whine
as instruments are being tuned. The painful screech of a microphone passing too
close to something. Finally, some tone deaf sub-human beings to warble. Yes
ladies and gentlemen, it is that time again – Friday. Night. Vigil (dun dun
duuunnnnnnn).
Religion was brought to Africa many years
ago by the “colonial masters” long before most of us were born. The people
heard the Word and embraced it; lived their lives by the tenets set before
them. Even now, post-independence, looooong after the colonial masters have
since moved those beliefs, concepts, notions hold sway in the society we have
managed to build for ourselves. This was meant to be a onetime article. In the
coming weeks I plan to talk your ears off. You don’t really have to listen. But
I really need to rant so like it or not……
I can only speak for my own country
though. But I feel I can speak for it well. Come with me on my journey. Help me
to understand, come to terms with the madness religion has unleashed on my
land. Or maybe it is not madness and I am the one who needs to learn. Only time
(and Umuntokanje) can tell…..see you soon!
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