It is profoundly perplexing how poverty can be owned so beautifully by those experiencing its wretched hold. It is as if one is drinking from the forefathers wells -only of poverty. The complex nature of poverty is that it cannot be broken by piecemeal solutions. It usually has a generational mandate passed down from one generation to another. It is like a drinking well inherited. Passed down by the forefathers. Its as if it belongs to the whole village-drinking from the same well passed down from one generation to another. Emboding genetic characteristics that can not be wished away.
It blinds those wallowing in its grip to believe that there are an emancipated lot , only for those peering in to look in sympathetic dismay.
Poverty seems to have a lifespan of its own. Taking on the characteristics of a cycle. Each generation fulfilling its mandate as an African cock makes its morning calls to awaken those in morning slumber. Only they never awaken. A blissful disaster.
That drink from the forefathers well begets a defiant stance that catapults the unlearned mind to believe that those that desire to break from its mold are partaking of juju and sojourning in the occultic world.
That drink from the forefathers well demarcating a child as a proficiently educated when they have a acquired the ability to read and write their name, all other learning folly and herding cattle becomes the important.
That drink from the forefathers well that stops a pristine bubbly teenager from finishing secondary school saddled by the burden of pregnancy that commits the rest of that life towards the abyss of poverty.
That drink from the forefathers well that perpetuates a vicious cycle of poverty.When will this cup pass over?
