Freedom

I wrote this three weeks ago, but i never got round to posting it...anyways, here it is, with a slight modification.
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Freedom. One of the ideals mankind has fought over for a long time, and yet one we sometimes find ourselves in chains trying to protect. Lucky Dube sang about it. Everywhere in the world, people are fighting for freedom, nobody knows what is right....the black man say its the white man, the white man say its the black man...
I am one of the lucky few who have enjoyed the freedom to do what I like to do for a long time. Knowing you have no patron at your workplace who would like to receive all the little nitty-gritties going around in the power struggles that we face in our daily lives, from workplaces to national politics.

Our bodies are searching for freedom, our souls are searching for freedom, and we find ourselves in freedom imposed chains. The Al shabaab is going to attack, so the security everywhere has been tightened, until we are literally in chains!
Freedom is waking up one day and telling your boss, hey, to hell with you, I quit! But oh, the chain of the salary that comes at the end of the month!
Marjorie Oludhe once wrote, the freedom song, about Atieno yo...
Marjorie Oludhe starts, Atieno washes the dishes...I guess most Kenyans know the poem, no need to repeat it, but I feel like singing...Akinyi yo..

Once upon a time there was a butterfly. It worked every hard, and although it was tiny, it still did the work required of it.
Then there was a skunk. It claimed all the work done by the butterfly as its own...
Then there was a Giraffe, which was not so good looking....yet it thought it was a peacock. It specialized in chasing away butterflies...

The good thing is that the butterfly is free.