THE EDITOR, SIR:
"THE MORE things change. The more they remain the same." Growing up I was told that culture shapes a nation and I felt a sense of pride growing up in the cultural mecca, the place where Cudjoe and Nanny once roamed - the peaceful Accompong Town.
It's a new year and five days from now they'll be dancing and chanting and people will flock the streets at our 275th Maroon celebration. In retrospect, what are we really celebrating though? The fact that the senior council's lukewarm preparations for the celebration caused it to be only relatively mediocre.
It can't be freedom, for many of them here are still enslaved mentally and the potholes we traverse daily makes it difficult to get to and from the community. I must admit that we are a blessed community but some days I really don't know what to say. It's like the community takes one step forward, only to realise that it is actually two steps behind.
New colonel, old habits
As the election for the next colonel draws near, my face is blooming. Don't get me wrong though, it's not because I sense "brighter days" because trust me, our storm isn't over yet, it's still raining heavily with despair, broken promises and shattered dreams and just like how our ancestors fought, today the generations now are still fighting.
Year in, year out their only purpose is to expand the kingdom of the crab. They are perpetually at war; pulling each other down in order to push themselves forward, because they cannot stand to see the other crab crawl out of the barrel ahead of them —even when that forward movement stands to benefit the larger group. We call it the "crab in a barrel" syndrome.
Claiming Maroon paternity
I raise a tall glass to those councils located overseas. Your works here in the community are not only non-existent but hazy. Cakes and sweets with a little beverage to 'wash it down' is impressive work indeed —as the competition increases between them to see who can put on the biggest feast, pull out the biggest crowd. Again, I smile looking at how naive these people are, paying the community a visit once per year, the impact of which is not even felt. They claim Maroon paternity, so they can wallow in self-importance, without an ounce of morality to back it up.
Before Accompong Town can move forward, its people must overcome the deeply entrenched barriers. As a community, we should hold ourselves accountable for our behaviour, decry foolishness and condemn hate, discord violence, disingenuousness and pretense.
For in the long run, only when we join forces together, speak on one accord, lock hands and hearts in the movement to advance ourselves, our community and our country will we be true stewards of this precious citizenship we hold first as Maroons and then as citizens of the world.