Mai'khi C'Nia

Now, as I Peto continued to slumber in the still of the north-western Jamdown night, visions of the way life should be on the rock were vivid in my subconscious, and I was elated at their illustrated implications.

And I saw a land where failed 'ticians were gainfully employed in the communications industry as political analysts and specialists, despite the fact that their dismal history denied them substantive qualifications to such authority and they harboured no academic foundation in "the art of the possible." Behold, they touted the old, elevated the new and e'en blended in a touch of something blue in their enthusiasm; but their concoction was likened unto gall to the comprehension of the people. Now when the nationalists who emerged as defenders of the people's mental stability inevitably had enough of them, they were rounded up and gathered in one blabbering and incoherent bundle in the studios of TV Jamdown. There, the radicals tied them all to their chairs and forced them to stare at the son of Buck until they all succumbed to Basil's remarkably stiff scowl. And the people rejoiced and were glad to be rid of their outrageously superfluous poppycock.

And as the land viewed its destiny through the eyes of new pundits with fresh, objective and inspiring perspectives, I saw a revolution in agriculture. Yea, all across the land monstrous orchards and gigantic plantations were established via eclectic amalgamations and a financial liaison between administrational resources and private capital. And considerably advanced processing and packaging solutions were developed for the purpose of feeding the people and satisfying the export markets. And an efficient internal farm workers programme was designed to employ adequate hands in the fields. And from every urban locale organised transportation rolled off to rural dormitories at the beginning of the workweek where the farmhands would rest their laurels from twilight till dawn, while their sunlit hours art spent toiling the nation out of indebtedness.

The good life

And at the weekend, the buses returned the diligent back to their families and to their cosmopolitan enticements. And the queues at Cash Pot and Lotto outlets petered and dwindled while those at recruitment centres at the Ministry of Agriculture and Land grew into infinite streams of keen inquirers voluntarily wanting into the programme; and brand Jamdown launched the return of the people to the good life.

And I also saw the people return to a path of honour. Behold, they made a pledge before God and the entire mankind that they would stand up for justice, brotherhood and peace, but they departed from their pronouncement and their words became hollow. Verily, they agitated justice only to the extent that it served their own selfish ends, they were no keeper to their brethren, neither hath they maintained the peace, for they were cantankerous and sold to strife. But in the new Jamdown, tolerance ruled and civility was sublime. Yea, JFJ and the peace officers' were of one accord in the pursuit of justice, and a man could accidentally irritate a ragamuffin by stepping on his corn in a dancehall without getting maimed or worse. And the people were in high spirits for a new day hath come. Selah.

Hear O Jamdown, for if thou art drifting away from the stark realities of thy national life to a place of serenity and escape, allow thyself the flight to Netherland for from such places of fantasy and dreams derives our most remarkable attainment. Thus seek diligently and find a better Jamdown where-so-ever thou may, for it is out there awaiting thee. Selah.