In the cool moment of the evening, when the moon is watching the setting of the sun from afar, there lies my thought on the couch of my cavity, pondering over the incongruity that defines humanity across our global community.

The rich, high and lofty  in their golden palaces, the wretched and lowly poor in the dark corners of the cities and dark huts. The sane in their right frame of minds attending to their respective daily obligations, the insane wondering nakedly on the corners of the streets scavenging on the dunghill.

The healthy, flailing muscles up and down the corridors, the sick, lying helplessly on the sick bay. The freeman, gallivanting around at will, the prisoner, incarcerated in a cubicle hiding from the sun. The White in their beautifully brightened castles, the Blacks in their dark cities at night. On and on the countless veracity of life, I could not stop wondering.

As the half moon peeps from the corner of her shadow, I placed life on the stasis, and discovered the imbalance nomenclature she bears. A bat whispered from the branch of a tree sitting close to my thought , “life is not balance”! The more I tried to comprehend this, the more I got confused and lost in thought.

Though life seems not balance across the balconies of our global communities, and human are not equal in terms of socioeconomic status, but empathy and love for fellow human can fill the gap created by the natural cause of life.

A world devoid of human compassion breds callous acts and wickedness against fellow humans, it breds hatred, nepotism, tribalism and sectionalism, it breds self centeredness, selfishness and self aggrandizement at the detriment of fellow humans.

Little wonder, the gap between the bourgeoisie and the proletariats on the social strata becomes increasingly widen than normal. The rich enjoys the accolades and the encomium of being the richest man/family in the village/city/country/continent and the world at large. While his next door neighbor romances penury and hunger on daily basis.

Political leaders use the mandate given to them by the masses to subjugate the masses. The worst case scenario is resident in Africa, where men in power steal the Commonwealth of their nation for their own selfish reasons, while the masses died of hunger, joblessness, malnutrition and untold diseases.

Developed countries across the world are not also guiltless, their unsatisfied quest to explore and to exploit lesser nations is so alarming. These big brother countries instigate artificial political unrest in lesser nations; for the purpose of exploitation, under the pretentious act of sending peace keeping mision to the affected nations. The situation in Sudan and Ukraine, as well as the intending political unrest in Mali, Guinea, Burkina Faso, Chad and Niger republic are currently on that same trajectory.

All of these anomalies in human incongruity had created a bottomless gulf between the rich and the poor in all human clan. Monopoly of power, wealth and resources are the basis of human socioeconomic problem. A single man/family/nation wants to have it all, not minding the needs of others.

How long will man continue to tread on a path that is devoid of compassion for a fellow man. I wonder if earthly riches can purchase a mansion on the other side of the grave. Why then are kings forcefully taking our commonwealth for their own personal use.

Let the brave hearted tell it in palaces, that love and compassion are missing on the throne, he that seats on the throne must look for these two, to avoid the painful rod of posterity.

The masses are not begging for arm, all we ask is what is legitimately ours, give us light, give us job and secure our streets, them our commonwealth we be circulated according to the capacity of each of us.

Use tax payer money to create an enabling economic environment for us all, and you will see poverty disappearing like a smoke in the air.

Kings in palaces, rule us in love, sincerity and with absolute integrity, then you will see our society and prosperity romancing each other on the street.

I presume it was a bloodless mission, junta friend. That you successfully toppled the leadership of an unfriendly friend.

It must have been your greatest achievement in your entire military career, I guess. But tell me friend, how many gallons of innocent blood did you spilled.

Though your allies turned out to be your worst enemies, yet your resolution to liberate your kinsmen remains unflinching.

But junta friend, let’s sit to talk. Are you really different from your sacked unfriendly friend?

Tell me the truth junta, were you really moved by the passion to improve the welfare of the masses, or you nurse an unbridled quest for power.

Yes, I can see the jubilation on the street of Niamey, despite the looming sound of war around your borders. Men seem to be more relieved on their balconies.

Junta friend, tell me your mission.

To be candid, brother junta, I salute your courage to emancipate your siblings from the horrors of the West.

But tell me, was it planned? I perceived you took counsel from fellow juntas across the borders of Guinea, Mali, Burkina Faso and Chad. Yes junta! My perception hinges on the wave of uniform men on a straight course, from border to border.

I hope your are not planning for my home town too.

Mr. Junta, let’s talk heart to heart. I can see you standing between two seemingly appealing demon and the devil.

In my vision oh junta, you are in the process of divorcing the demon called West, because the oil of love between you both has dried up.

But this devil from the East wooing you, is my greatest concern. I hope you are not jumping from frying pan into the fire.

If your marriage with the demon is as devastating as your present predicament, tell me junta, how are you going to cope with the devil himself?

I thought you were aware of the bitter engagement between your new suitor and Ukraine. Their bill of divorce still lies in the customary court where the world assembled.

Give the devil an inch, he will travel a trillium miles dragging your skull on igneous.

I would have wished that you can combine efforts with men on your western borders to stand your ground.

Hmmmmm, this your alliance with the Eastern devil might not end well.

You bear the best food of the Eastern devil, you know. He needs your gun powder so badly for his deadliest mission across the globe.

I wished you can rethink my junta friend, romancing the devil from the East can be more devastating than you can ever imagined.

You bear the nomenclature of a sovereign nation. You can stand with fellow juntas and win your course. You cannot win the devil, when the oil of your love dries up.

Dear junta friend, I hope you will fully divorce the demon and never will you accept the proposal of the devil.

Yours sincerely,

Friend to the juntas.