Hello You!

Apr 19, 2026 Commentary 0 Comments

Hello You! What a drive. Getting home these days feels more like a task than going to a place of sanctuary. Anybody else feels this way? I do understand that with development comes a few inconveniences but dawg, this is not for the weak rather the impatient. Hours upon hours in traffic, hungry, tired, sleepy. Kids in the back arguing away. But we must endure it for the sake of progress. Election is really around the corner. We see you, big dawg!

Sirens, Dust & More Promises

The roads feel heavier these days,

not just with traffic,

but with mud, dirt 

Dug out,

unpassable in places,

patched like stories half-told,

we navigate them slowly,

guessing our way through

what should have been clear.

 

No clear directions

No guidance,

Just instinct and prayer.

And then,

sirens.

Sharp. Sudden.

Cutting through the hills

like something gone wrong

that no one saw coming.

 

Weird accidents, they say.

Strange turns. Loud noises,

Unanswered questions.

A car flipped where it shouldn’t be.

A crash that doesn’t quite make sense.

Details missing.

 

Silence filling the gaps

where truth should live.

We slow down when we pass,

roll the window up just enough

to feel the weight of it,

then drive on,

carrying confusion with us. What is them doing? Ah who guiding the traffic? 

 

And somewhere in the distance,

the noise grows louder,

Flags soon will be flying,

Voices rising.

Promises echoing through speakers

like they’ve been rehearsed

too many times before.

 

Election fever.

Hands shaking,

smiles flashing,

words flowing easily,

about change,

about progress,

about tomorrow.

But today?

 

Today the roads are still poor,

Still dangerous.

Still telling stories

no one fully explains.

Where is the information?

Where is the truth

after the sirens fade?

We are left to piece it together

from whispers,

from videos,

from “I heard…”

instead of knowing.

 

So while the island debates

who will lead,

while the noise rises higher

and the promises grow bigger,

the dust settles slowly

on roads we still have to drive on.

 

Carefully.

Quietly.

Uncertainly.

Because beyond the speeches,

beyond the slogans,

what we really want is simple,

to understand,

to feel safe,

to make it home in one piece. 

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