The Antidote, Hope

 

            Hope is a four-lettered word. What have we left to hope for, in a time where African beats are now silent? A silence that is now being cascaded by wars between Ukraine and Russia, where is the next brink of chaos? At a worldly stance, we all need hope. It was in recent times when the United States (US) President; President Joe Biden withdrew his troops from Afghanistan. Such was seen as a massive catastrophe to the social order of the country. The US stayed in the country for close to twenty years. Imagine generations that have blended and woven within the twenty years. I would assimilate this to the stance of slavery in the ancient Africa. I would picture a typical Kenyan primary school-going child having known no violence in their entire childhood; suddenly see soldiers disrupt its education, what a sad way to dim the future of an Afghan primary school-going child.

Hope is what we have seen today, March 29, 2022 where Congo is expected to join the East African Community (EAC) with a primal aim of trade, social cohesion, and security. The country has waited for such for close to seven to six years. With the brink of pre-covid era, it is quite hopeful for world leaders after confronting their issues through Zoom, Google, and other video streaming platforms, have come together. It is with such a decree that it is indeed true that hope is alive from the four corners of the earth. With the example of Congo, economies of EAC member States namely Uganda, Tanzania, Burundi, Rwanda, South Sudan, and Kenya. It is with the special interest that Lake Tanganyika is in both Congo and Tanzania. Hopefully, they will supply fish to the residents of EAC. With the vastness of forest cover of Congo, then, it would be robust to venture into some deep-rooted camping and hiking. What six years of waiting coming into affirmation next Tuesday, a ray of hope to both Congolese and citizens of other countries within the EAC.

            It was in 2022, where in the month of love, I met love herself. I was dropping my first book “The African Powerhouse” at a local bookstore, and it was February 1^st. As usual, I was hopeful for a successful endeavor at the end of the day, in terms of the book of course, all went well, however, I did not get her number though. Hope conveys the same weight as purpose in that without it, there would be a limited number of hopeful people. I would add that with purpose, there is a rock solid responsibility, and with hope, there is will to carry out that purposeful duty and achieve optimum satisfaction. It is with hope that this damsel finds and sees hope in this disastrous scribe with the purpose of a happy marriage.

             Looking back at African history and descent, social order was critical in the establishments of authority. Hope and patronage were essentials in the achievement of the better things in the then setup. I would imagine young girls going to the river in the morning and fetch firewood in the evening. In turn, the boys were busy herding goats and cows in plains far away from home. I could suppose that there were those who did these duties with a little bit of more expertise than the rest of them. It was through patronage and a ray of hope that enable them to sail through the challenging parts do they enjoy the fruits of true benefaction. It is such social order we see beauty of tribes and it is in this we learn more on being African in the 21^st Century. Hope for sure tastes similar to a grape bursting in one’s mouth. 

            Hope is still a four-letter word despite its heroic appearance in this article. It has seen ambience in love, heritage, and had footprints in the East African Community. It is also with hope that this article is better than most in this competition. Hope is hope!