The planet provides us with everything we need to thrive. Can you believe that? Well it’s true.
When I say thrive, I don’t mean modelin’ pon you frien’ or keeping up with the Jones. I mean having adequate shelter, food and water for everyone. I mean not depending on power companies for our fuel, being completely off the grid.
So why are people starving you ask? Why are people who are in full time jobs just one gas bill away from fuel poverty? Because the system is out of control and we are too sheepish to effect change on a global scale. The system is designed that way.
The System is a Fraud!
What a day when the pendulum swings…
What a day when the well runs dry…
Mutabaruka
Before I go on, let me tell you that I am not religious; I’m not a terrorist, anti white people or anti British or the western world. For 30 years London was all I knew of the world, then I travelled. OK.
I had to mention that, as some people will want to label me for not wishing to conform.
I am so pro human survival that it hurts my heart that people go to sleep hungry. I grieve to see black boys dying at the hands of other black boys. It makes my blood boil to see black boys believing that the only way to make it is through crime.
To watch as black people bleach their skin, straiten their hair and noses because they do not believe they were beautiful all along.
To wake up to find that Boris Johnson has been voted in as Mayor again because he made people laugh, not because he can effect change. People are so miserable that they are willing to vote for a buffoon for lols.
Tel-lie-vision and the media have us wrapped up in the myth of celebrity. Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. One season of Big Brother and you can end up with your own perfume. Even if you can’t sing for shit, cuss out Simon Cowell and the papers interview you. It’s all slight of hand. We watch and read the lies whilst the real players control our lives.
Even if you get rid of the TV and stop reading the papers, you are still trapped in the system. In order to live you need a job. You need to buy food and pay bills. If you don’t work, you’re a scrounger. Even if you buy your own house and try to get off the power grid, you face so many planning restrictions it doesn’t seem worth it.
The rich get richer whilst everything the poor has is taken away. Bankers mess up and we bail them out. Will the system ever be fair? Not for the every-man like you and me because it’s not designed to be. If you watch the documentary Thrive below you will see how people who try to buck the system are treated. It’s disgraceful.
Growing up I saw many mature relationships breakdown, as one partner got tired of living in this country and the other choosing to stay. I fully understand it now. I’ve been working since I was 15¾ so after 30+ years, forgive me for being tired.
The knowledge that I can build a house with an alternative power supply, catch my own water and grow my own fruit and veg appeals to me. Simple tings. Having seen my dad’s set up in Jamaica and watching him thrive, I envy him so much.
Black don’t crack and brown don’t frown? Maybe not on the outside but as long as I’m trapped in the system and can’t TRULY effect change, my soul is burning and I feel like I’m 100 years old.
So yeah, I’m ready to leave this country.
Ol’ man river,
Dat ol’ man river
He mus’know sumpin’
But don’t say nuthin’,
He jes’keeps rollin’
He keeps on rollin’ along.
He don’ plant taters/tators,
He don’t plant cotton,
An’ dem dat plants’em
is soon forgotten,
But ol’man river,
He jes keeps rollin’along.
You an’me, we sweat an’ strain,
Body all achin’ an’ racket wid pain,
Tote dat barge!
Lif’ dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An’ you land in jail.
Ah gits weary
An’ sick of tryin’
Ah’m tired of livin’
An’ skeered of dyin’,
But ol’ man river,
He jes’keeps rolling’ along.
Colored folks work while de white folks play,
Pullin’ dose boats from de dawn to sunset,
Gittin’ no rest till de judgement day.
or musical part]
Don’t look up
An’ don’t look down,
You don’ dast make
De white boss frown.
Bend your knees
An’bow your head,
An’ pull date rope
Until you’ dead.)
Let me go ‘way from the Mississippi,
Let me go ‘way from de white man boss;
Show me dat stream called de river Jordan,
Dat’s de ol’ stream dat I long to cross.
O’ man river,
Dat ol’ man river,
He mus’know sumpin’
But don’t say nuthin’
He jes’ keeps rollin’
He keeps on rollin’ along.
Long ol’ river forever keeps rollin’ on…
He don’ plant tater,
He don’ plant cotton,
An’ dem dat plants ’em
Is soon forgotten,
but ol’ man river,
He jes’ keeps rollin’ along.
Long ol’ river keeps hearing dat song.
You an’ me, we sweat an’ strain,
Body all achin an’ racked wid pain.
Tote dat barge!
Lif’ dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An’ you land in jail.
Ah, gits weary
An’ sick of tryin’
Ah’m tired of livin’
An’ skeered of dyin’,
But ol’ man river,
He jes’keeps rollin’ along!
