Change

We slept as the winds of change swept through the country.

We ate dinner as I palpitated listening to the results, and you, along with the other two sat silent, a little dumbfounded at my fervour. It is as if you did not understand the far-reaching impact of what was happening.

You sat, dumb-founded as we stared out to sea, wind whipping through the umbrella that shaded us, and I launched into a cautious tirade about how you need to step up your game and stop helping me as if it's a favour you're doing this mad woman.

Sometimes I realise how representative you are of the sleeping race that I am part of. And I cannot fathom how I have come to love you. You who will never take matters into your own hands but instead wait to be told. You are the classic product of political patronange.

You told me once that you saw what was happening but didn't get as upset as I did. Quite honestly, I find it hard to understand how one can not be moved. Especially when money is thin, everything costs more and the rich get richer. Despite your university degree, you are often times no better than the below-average local university graduate who has no critical thinking skills.