There are many things under the sun that confound me, but this one completely beats my mind beyond measure. What shall we call it: racism or diabolism?
The value system of my countrymen is entirely warped, that most times you wonder where up is and if down is opposite it.
Many emigrants all over the world desperately scramble for citizenship in places far from home, because of the benefits attached to being a citizen, but being a local in my country appears more as a curse than a blessing, not because of the want of resources but, sadly, for the abundance of it.
It is interesting to know the preferential treatment given to foreigners that the citizens cannot dream of. How foreigners treat locals as slaves under the watch of the government. I have seen many foreigners earn fat salaries from local firms that grudgingly pay local workers stipends, foreign firms provide cargo trucks for the transportation of the already deprived, downtrodden local staff, while emigrant workers are carried around in well air-conditioned buses with a long convoy of heavily armed government men. Foreigners are bosses in the very scarce job opportunities, mostly not for the want of a local equivalent but for reasons alien to me. Armed personnel guarding foreigners and harassing locals is one form of madness that bemuses every element of my being.
The horror of watching some fellows, and their cronies sell your future and swallow the rest, is capable of sending a sane fellow into fits of madness. But interestingly, my people have remained unbelievably calm and gullible, waiting for an illusory future that probably awaits them in Hades.
Being slaves in strange lands is understandable, but being a slave in your fatherland, your land of birth and destiny, is totally unacceptable.