Mind is not at rest, while the wind of revolution blows it’s whistle so loud. It started with a spark, but now, the reality is more pronounced than the California wild fire of the nineteenth century.

Men in uniform are taking over, unseating the chosen men of lesser integrity. The pattern of toppling our decayed democratic government looks so comely, a bloodless coup on the corridors of West Africa on my mind.

It was a spark when the Malian general revolted and ceased power, fear grips other unpatriotic leaders across the shores of Africa, as Guinea, Burkina Faso and Niger joined the wagon of militocracy.

A system of “cracy” must suffice, when the walls of Africa is collapsing under the watch of an unruly democracy. Hence the other form of “cracy” in uniform choose to stop the madness seated on the throne of governance in the palaces of Africa.

It’s a mix feeling on the minds of everyone here in Africa. Whether to support the waves of military incursion or not. Our fathers fought hard to forestall an all inclusive government called democracy. Many of whom died in the struggle for a government of the people. We got democracy by having the demonstration of the craziest men in our palaces across Africa.

The worst democracy ever practiced in the history of the world . A democracy that undermines the voice of the masses. A democracy that sold Africans to the world around as cheap commodity. A democracy that subjugates the will of the masses. A democracy that threatens the last hope of every common man on the streets of Africa. A democracy that has mortgaged our collective posterity. An indebted democracy indeed. IMF is almost loosing counts of our endless debts.

A democracy that cannot project the interest of the masses should not be preserved by the masses. Hence the option of revolution or military incursion are set on the table against the heartless self-imposed kings in our palaces across Africa. 

Africans micro businesses are collapsing daily, our local currencies are subjects to devaluation every day, heartless government keeps pretending to be subsidizing the prices of commodities that are naturally owned by us to us. To worsen the matter, they removed the subsidy under a pretentious act of palliative that have died at the corridor of promise. They choose to keep their refineries abroad running, hence, the willingness to resuscitate the local refineries died at the corridor leadership decay.

This is not the kind of democracy we crave for. A democracy that multiplies poverty and penury is unacceptable. A democracy that promotes feudalism and oligarchy is not to be preserved. A democracy that pervert justice must be overturned. A democracy that cannot protect and preserve it’s territorial integrity must not be sustained.

Nigeria, Ghana, Kenya, South Africa and other African countries should beware, the wave of military incursion is no more a mirage. Is either we go the way of restructuring and good governance or we expect the reality of revolution or military incursion. Those guys in uniform are tired. They have paid the deadliest price of seeing their colleagues died in the war front against insurgencies secretly masterminded by political leaders.

Our democratic leaders are not sincere, they sell our commonwealth for peanut to the west to gain the cheap favour from the west. They have fat foreign accounts at the detriment of the masses they govern. Their children ride in luxuries while a common man on the street cannot afford a single meal in a day. Our hospitals are not better than mortuaries elsewhere. Our schools are full of decayed intellectual ingenuities in the libraries, which received no political support or sponsorship for societal development. The best gift our democracy could offer for decades.

If our collective wealth suffered violence, then the violent must take it by force. If military rule is the way out of our endless predicaments in Africa, then we will appreciate military incursion. Our democracy lacks discipline and sanity, we want a government that will protect and preserve our territories against politically induced terrorism in our land.

Our crude oil must be refined on our own soil. Our gold and diamond must be processed in our own land. Our uranium should benefits our local development and not men of other clans. Our cocoa, groundnuts, coffee, bitumen, copper, limestone, bauxite, Tin, iron ore platinum etc., must be processed in Africa by Africans and for the benefits of Africans.

If our democracy cannot accord us the aforementioned, then to hell with the democracy that enrich the few at the detriment of the masses.

To the executive arm of government, please let the masses breath. To the legislatures, please stop suffocating the masses with your lawless extravagant lifestyles. And to the judiciary, stop selling justice for money 💰. It’s either you stop all these wayward styles of governance or the military take over completely. We are practically tired.

Africans are tired of bad leaders. We need a wave of change in our leadership. If military will give us the desired change, so be it.

Military incursion is eminent in African countries, unless our political leaders start to get things right in favour of the masses, the incursion of the military will be inevitable.

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