Every year we celebrate Emancipation and still some people are yet to be free. The perpetual cycle of rituals creates a sense of security in some. Comfortable are many in the illusions of freedom. Words are spoken without actions to match. Have we regressed since the early days of walking off the plantations? Are we comfortable in the arms of the oppressors working unapologetically on tightening the new chains?
Spiritually, how are we? Do we only kneel and raise our hands hoping that a saviour will come and rescue us? Are our many prayers sufficient for our survival? Are we waiting for a seat in heaven beyond the clouds without thinking about how we can create heaven while the breath of life is in us? Weak are those who know not how to help themselves. Lost are those who forget where they have come from. When we turn our backs on the God that is in us, our power to be and knowledge of self, we are like ships drifting at sea without a sense of direction.