CAN A SERVANT CALL THE MASTER FOR DIALOGUE?
Unfortunately, the people who are calling for dialogue can't even dialogue with their house helps at that basic level.
Better to go on with your daily chores than entering into a head blowing commitment.
The dilemma is always this. Can the master accept the servant to call for dialogue? or it's always the master to dictate the environment and terms to sermon for disciplinary actions never dialogue.
This too is adamantly being carried out by the former colonial master who has never accepted that their former servants are now at par with them in all means and ideological prowess.
When I hear a call for dialogue, what are we talking about here? I tend to be lost in the details and semantics.
Dialogue is self forgetting of personal power, position, chest thumping and sitting at table and to re-learn once again on how to talk to people not at people, lest it becomes a talk show and breakfast paid the (EU, UN, AU, NGO) at the expense of long and complicated terminologies like: PEACE AND RECONCILIATION FOR SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT.
This is mixing up the poor who are paid peanuts to participate in these conferences. Why should a politician, NGO transport old women picked in different slums for a conference with donors at Sheraton, Hilton, etc, dressed smartly to impress the sponsors.
What kind of evil acts that even the sponsors can open their eyes to see amidst the scare not to visit the poor in their box houses in the slums for fear of insecurity. It looks someone is getting rich on ethnic hate and Post Election Violence (pev)
This is our shame, our sin as a country, unless we repent and convert. These "big hyenas" will always remain in the cities with air conditioned offices, only filling their stomachs with stolen money of the poor in the name of sustainable development.
The poor old woman gets back to her village, slum hut/box house, waiting for another 4years only for her hut to be burnt to ashes by a clever Politician who is a clever devil. Always gaining by stealing the old woman's vote.
I resist this emotional call for dialogue just to cool fires yet no good intentions by the convokers. I refuse and I want to be counted as part of the resistance against any injustice.
As a pastoral agent, I want justice for that forgotten old woman in the IDP camp before we start to talk of dialogue.#ThelastWord
Unfortunately, the people who are calling for dialogue can't even dialogue with their house helps at that basic level.
Better to go on with your daily chores than entering into a head blowing commitment.
The dilemma is always this. Can the master accept the servant to call for dialogue? or it's always the master to dictate the environment and terms to sermon for disciplinary actions never dialogue.
This too is adamantly being carried out by the former colonial master who has never accepted that their former servants are now at par with them in all means and ideological prowess.
When I hear a call for dialogue, what are we talking about here? I tend to be lost in the details and semantics.
Dialogue is self forgetting of personal power, position, chest thumping and sitting at table and to re-learn once again on how to talk to people not at people, lest it becomes a talk show and breakfast paid the (EU, UN, AU, NGO) at the expense of long and complicated terminologies like: PEACE AND RECONCILIATION FOR SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT.
This is mixing up the poor who are paid peanuts to participate in these conferences. Why should a politician, NGO transport old women picked in different slums for a conference with donors at Sheraton, Hilton, etc, dressed smartly to impress the sponsors.
What kind of evil acts that even the sponsors can open their eyes to see amidst the scare not to visit the poor in their box houses in the slums for fear of insecurity. It looks someone is getting rich on ethnic hate and Post Election Violence (pev)
This is our shame, our sin as a country, unless we repent and convert. These "big hyenas" will always remain in the cities with air conditioned offices, only filling their stomachs with stolen money of the poor in the name of sustainable development.
The poor old woman gets back to her village, slum hut/box house, waiting for another 4years only for her hut to be burnt to ashes by a clever Politician who is a clever devil. Always gaining by stealing the old woman's vote.
I resist this emotional call for dialogue just to cool fires yet no good intentions by the convokers. I refuse and I want to be counted as part of the resistance against any injustice.
As a pastoral agent, I want justice for that forgotten old woman in the IDP camp before we start to talk of dialogue.#ThelastWord
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