A phrase that lingers in the minds of many a citizen of modern day developing nations is "But for our colonial masters, we would have been a better nation". But I stand against this popular notion. I sincerely believe that these colonial masters were our greatest gifts. Standing side by side in the toughest of times and fighting our ways into our tomorrows gave us the resounding credo that there's hope for the future.
But whose fault is it that we are still undeveloped with frail economies? Is it they who taught us how to arise and build? Who built roads, schools, hospitals and brought technology to our doorsteps? Whose electricity flows not only through our cables into our homes but through our veins into our hearts? Certainly not, for oh they tried!
Who then is at fault, who is to blame?
The people or the systems and which is the better of the two evils? For verily the systems that we set to blaze our trails to success rather obscured our visions and rendered us too impotent to pursue the future we hoped for. They became obstacles. That which should have given everyone the level grounds to pursue their dreams became a stumbling block. That which, by virtue of our good grades, should have given us the best of High schools and the very best of programs amputated us short of our call.
Indeed the "he who has will be given more and he who lacks, even that which he has will be taken away" as the Good Book says is fulfilled by the system.
But who set the systems?
Who made it so? Us.
In our quest for a better life destroyed other lives. Yes, we deforested the trees of other lives as a sacrifice to our gods; the gods
That which should have made life easier rather complicated it all.
They became loose ropes we never tied and entangled us.