Saturday, August 24, 2013

A TRIP TO THE COUNTRY (CONTINUED.)

Looking out I could actually see two bulls, skins browned by the invading African dust, horns blunt and unthreatening, and fat as can be, running as fast as any cow ever should, under the encouraging incentive of some young master's whip. It looked all so unnatural - a big animal, forced by its master's meagre conditions to serve the purpose of a horse. And at that moment in time, I couldn't help but feel sorry for it, a sentiment which, I must admit, have attached to everything I have laid eyes upon in this land that leaves everything to be desired.

It is, in more than a few ways reminiscent of Gatsby's 'valley of ashes', having inherited the characteristic lingering dust and oh so painfully unconcealed poverty.
Inside the car, which I like to think of as a moving oasis of modern technology and, as always, a spectacle to all and sundry (the village locals), I hear of the typical blame-game of citizen against politician, voiced by my mother and her brother.
I'm not against this but am simply making an observation of how the man-eat-man mindset has undoubtedly resorted to the sights beyond this thin-glassed window; a point that was echoed by some American socialist just the other day on live radio, that "the fact that local politicians once elected simultaneously disregard the wellbeing of their former societies is utterly self-destructive to the nation, and has been a key factor towards us being consequently overtaken by Singapore" - a foretoken, one may argue, to what has become of this once promising nation?

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