| ~ By: Ernest G. Smith, Jr. (January 16th 2006)
"...Was the advocate of meritocracy ever wrong when she chose to spent three decades and more assiduously preparing for this moment? Was the actress on the stage wrong when she with enough remorse pleaded that her kinsmen have mercy upon her and join the bandwagon of uppers charged with the burning desire of serving Mama’s Land?....” |
Was I wrong? O goodness! Was I ever wrong for asking the Rock of Ages to see this day? Please, sons and daughters of progress was the Sweet Land of Liberty wrong for returning to prominence? Friends and foes of Monrovia, was she wrong when she helplessly gazed as few blood-thirsted men rained havoc upon she and her epicurean inhabitants for a decade plus four infamous years?
The night, terror and all its associates have shamefully vanished as the new dawn and all the freshness that accompany her made Liberia her habitat!
Was our gospel musical icon Marion Cassell wrong when she prophesized that the only Land of our birth and pride shall rise again?
Of course I was not wrong when I proclaimed that dignitaries from far and near would converge upon Christopolis and Mama Liberia’s All Hail Liberia Hail will be sung as it has never happened since Sarah brought me forth.
You pretty tell me, was I wrong when I fearlessly and staunchly argued that up we are heading despite the visible and die-hard threats posted by the downers?
Was Sweet Mother wrong for being grand mother Africa all time pace-setter? The names Angie Brooks-Randolph, Ruth Sando Perry and, of course the Torch bearer of the hour are epitomes of the new dawn.
Was the advocate of meritocracy ever wrong when she chose to spent three decades and more assiduously preparing for this moment? Was the actress on the stage wrong when she with enough remorse pleaded that her kinsmen have mercy upon her and join the bandwagon of uppers charged with the burning desire of serving Mama’s Land?
Was I in any manner wrong when I opted to join the comrades in the Diasporas? Was I wrong for passing the all-semester courses: nostalgia, gapping and prejudice in all my exile cradles of learning in my earnest quest for knowledge as other determined comrades did? Or was I wrong for befriending the progressives in exile? We are no doubt like seeds planted in hostile soils; faced with quality odds yet exceedingly hopeful because the ground is leveled and germination is imminent.
Was Monrovia wrong when she embraced her latest splendor and did shine her hustle and bustle suburban as they set their amicable and hospitable eyes on great men and women? Tell me that she was not wrong having seen her once cozy suburban being destroyed and infested by self-style liberators.
Was I wrong the very blissful minute I chose to bury other activities as I quietly gather the inspiration which gave birth to these verses?
Was she wrong? O well wishers of progress and comrades in the hustle, was I wrong? Were you wrong for choosing good, merit and commitment over waywardness? Was I wrong? Oh Mother Nature, was the Global Police and her allies wrong for applauding and making this scene in our history a priority? Was the world’s number One wrong when she chose to grace this day with the glittering presence of the world’s two most powerful ladies?
Who is wrong? Neither Liberia nor I are wrong .The culprit is alive yet caged like a Christmas goat waiting the hour of slaughter. Was I wrong for saying this? Or was I wrong for not been fooled and trapped in his power-rapacious and selfish scheme? Was I wrong? Fear not associates of the downers speak out against the uppers or remain silent for life.
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