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I made a trip to town last week, when this guy shows me by the direction his shoes are moving that he going the same way. So i stop and he jump in and we talking about the government. I ask him how he would change things and what or who would be fighting him if he did.

‘These guys all mixed-up,’ he say. ‘Everybody want to be something they aint. The Big Man can’t see the real problems so he hit out at the only source of enlightenment he has, and say they the problem.’ ‘Man, he cutting the forest because he want to live in a grass hut and grass don’t grow under trees.’

So what’s the bigest problem, i ask him. ‘Babys! Bay-bies! Bay-bees! They keep us poor, They keep us unemployed, They overcrowd our schools, They cut down our forests and They running for office.

Whoa brother, i say, what you mean babies running for office? He say, ‘Big men afraid of the country, afraid of me, afraid of my vote, afraid of my questions. This system we have is one big mix-up where nobody knows his job so he sticks his nose into everyone else’s business and making trouble. Why we aint studying the rest of the world and looking at how older countries making it? We a young country… but we babies.’

‘Hey this my stop man, thanks for the ride.’ Anytime i say.

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