The Reorientators

  REPORIENTATION CONNECTED The innocents die as saviours involuntarily. What "they" tell us is kilometers far away from the truth. A circle cover up their illegal doings even with the lives of the helpless.  Why should we blame those who open their laps on trays? Since, they are not given a chance to be interviewed for their desired jobs. The connected have always butchered the job space all we see is the carcas. All thanks to them for always raising our hopes and smashing them. A replacement of life is done to oppress the helpless and set their own free that is not law abiding. The just serve the terms of criminals and enough are murdered to keep the secret in the dark. The law enforcers are no saints in this, a number of them work for the circle because of what they get from them. The circle members please themselves at the expense of all. They call a meeting for the world to see that they are recruiting but the real one is even done behind closed doors just before the da

  REPORIENTATION   Breaking the Cycle of Corruption Web From the pinnacle to the pavement From boardrooms to street corners Like a spider web, it is being weaved in the highs and lows, its dual nature is like the two sides of a coin, a single problem that is visible at the top and bottom, wearing different masks and assuming different shapes. It is a shame that the corridor of power meant to execute justice and uphold integrity has been encapsulated by the nets of corruption and it seems like there's never going to be a way out. The volume of this cancerous web has extended across the length, width and depth of the nation, making her look like an unredeemable soul. Well, if the foundation of a thing be solid, there remains a lifeline for hope but alas, as it is above, so it is below. The corruption culture flows freely like torrent even among the lower strata of the nation, hence imprinting corrupt practices as a normal way of life, for according to them, it's a survival strate

  REPORIENTATION FIX THE FIX ...very broken yet not mended Every part apart yet not collected Greatly dispersed yet not united But I will do more than sweeping them close Of a truth I will get them fixed No other but me will do this and mine beauty out of rubbles... Yes, with me glory will parade herself amidst dung. My assurance is without faults and the results your sight will celebrate with incessant glances. I assure you. And on ascension...fixation becomes impossibility, touring hand-in-hand with what is called confusion. I thought I could save the world but that would be a sisyphean task. My best is very similar to  inactivity but it is too late to quit. Why would I quit to disappoint my party members and loyalists? Oh no, I dare not! Ain't quitting what you never planned, to starting a good plan better than leading without a plan and taking the whole assembly into doom? A hasty person would lead nowhere better than a ditch. It makes  more sense to learn with calmness and pos