The Rocky Path Ahead

Life has its cycles.

Of late i am beginning to doubt whether i am in fact suitable for opposition politics and whether or not the fight should carry on.

I am not proposing that we let the PAPpies off and let them have their good time in peace. It is still my conviction that they should be bent over and shafted by someone like me at every single given opportunity.

There is however a limit to my abilities. I have a limit to my patience, my tolerance, my strength and endurance. I have a heart made of flesh just like any other human being. I have the pride which i hold dear just like any other man.

When I engage in combat on a daily basis, at the end of an eventful day, there is always a yearning to return to a cosy home, a warm hug from a pair of waiting arms. A tender and non-judgmental listening ear. Ever supportive words and unconditional acceptance.

When all these things are absent, there is no home to return to.

When there is no home to return to, what is there to fight for?

When there is nothing to fight for, is there even a reason to carry on fighting?

Without a home to return to, even the coolest and least emotional and mightiest warrior will find a fight difficult, the battles wearisome and the burden arduous.

Is it now time to laydown arms? Is it time to turn swords into ploughshares?

Amidst all these thoughts, I am aware that I will qualify to be a Commissioner for Oaths in less than a week’s time.

In any election, there will be a need for Commissioners who can attest the signatures of the deponents to electoral documents and for polling and counting agents to get their Oaths of Secrecy administered.

Who knows, perhaps a lesser supporting role like that might be suitable for me.

As before, I will not know whether I can fill this role until i try. I will not know if i will try unless i come to it.

Till i come to it, there is still this rocky path ahead.