Brutus realized, albeit belatedly, that killing Caesar was not in anyone’s best interest, least of all, Rome’s. There will always be families, well organised families that consolidate economic power, then load it over men, and give unto...
moreBrutus realized, albeit belatedly, that killing Caesar was not in anyone’s best interest, least of all, Rome’s.
There will always be families, well organised families that consolidate economic power, then load it over men, and give unto themselves titles, such as ‘chiefs, paramount chief, representatives of the tribe’; and these families, always, relegate themselves as ‘blue-blooded’, chosen of the gods, favored amongst men, kings over men, lords of the commons, prefects over natural resources, amongst other flowery and not less perfumed titles, which entrench their rule over the ‘commons’ and perpetuate their (immoral) empires, at the behest of their ‘fellow men’.
Once in a while, a people is awakened from this selective and self-induced amnesia to question the source of their plunder, and if they, by luck escape the wrath of the ‘sleeping’ bull-dog, they may, for a season, share their opinion on why they quench their thirst by the sweat of their brow, and drops of own blood, while their ‘god-appointed’ tribal rulers insanely amass riches to obnoxious bounds.
This is a book-product of such introspection, a question seeking answers; a riddle seeking solution; and an African story seeking completion.
As we read, may we grow (in knowledge and understanding), as tall as the blue gum tree at our uncle’s home!
Thu’ Tinda!
