In the swirl of dust that continues to saturate our capital, one figure stands still. His outline is visible only if you care to look through the veil of grit and grime that confusion has stirred up in the aftermath.
He is quiet. He speaks selectively and in broad terms, words clothed in the fine fabric of history and evangelical leaders of the freedom and emancipation movement. He borrows from the closet of the history of mankind.
I have never been one to accord any respect to royal lineage until now. I think princes and kings or queens are not born, they are made. This one, this one seems to have come out shining, sans armour.
If you come out to play, and shake our hands, and tell us that you will lend your powers to empower us, I too, the silent majority, will meet you half way.
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