amazed
by what hands can build
but what would they be
were in not for
the minds that created them
My cousin, approximately 10 years my senior, took approximately 8 years to complete her 4 year degree programme. When I got to high school, I made a silent vow to myself never to go to university in my beloved Kenya, let alone a public institution. Who wanted to be stuck in school for a decade and still have no guarantee of work afterwards? All the TV I watched and the music I listened to did not help much. It opened up the western world to me and painted a picture of perfection to me. So my dream grew until it acquired a life of its own. I wanted to get as far away from dirty, filthy, unreliable, unstable Kenya and never turn back. Go far away to this perfect, clean, shiny western world where everything not only worked, you didn't have to work for it.
So with zeal and zest I searched for a school and got not 1 but 4 schools! The joy i felt was palpable, like another person walking around with me. I was finally leaving to go to where I was really meant to be. surely I was not meant to be born in poor old Kenya were I would not amount to anything. Then reality came like she always did-right on time. There was no money! NO!! A dream shuttered in a split second! NO, I cant be stuck here, I thought, I am not meant to be here... Dispair turned to acceptance. Decided to play the hand that I was handed. For six years the dream was buried, remained dormant just below the surface.
Again reality came, this time to twist the knife it had stuck in my back. Turns out my worst fears were being realised-my degree did not really inspire confidence in my potential employers. I mean, its from Kenya after all, corrupt Kenya. After all I went through to bury the dream, it got dredged to the surface. So I started to chase the dream again. This time by a twist of fate, the dream became a reality. Everything fell in place like it was fate. I was finally leaving Kenya!! Going to far away lands to explore and be all I can be and more. Difference is this time the dream had been adjusted. But the pre-conceived notions planted in my sub-conscious still persisted. This was the prefect world, the world so unlike Kenya so much better.
Then I got off the plane expecting to be awed. Even closed my eyes to prolong the suspense. I opened then and nothing... No big bang, no overwheming feeling of awe. Nothing. I looked around to make sure the 16 hours were not a round trip back home. I thought this was the perfect world, with no problems, no issues, just sand, sun and sea. But now I realise that its perfection was all make belief, fed to me by their publisists and magnified by my mind. It is no different than back home, services may be better but not by a mile. Infrastructure is better, but we can get where they are a surpase them. They are just people like use, nothing more nothing less. this is not heaven, this is just an extension of Kenya. Its no more different than the posh areas in Nairobi. Infact it is so similar to home, I cant feel home sick because it is like I never left.
Bottom line is many things are built by man, his sweat and his blood.That is the person who gets all the credit for the final product. But no one gives time to the person who came up with the idea, the person you do not ever see. The brilliant mind that came up with the concept. The mind can conceive and create things greater than anyone came ever built. Just look at how I built up this eutopic place called the 'western world' that was so perfect until when I got here, everything about it is now so mundane, so normal.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
why, oh why!
when you did it
when it happened to me
to was okay
until I had the misfortune
to do it to you
all hell broke loose
Nobody said life is fair, but there are some things that for all intent and purposes should be fair. In which universe is it okay for a woman to get mad and even hate a man who she has feelings for and he doesn’t feel the same? In which universe? Maybe I should begin from the top.
All my life my relationships with women have been pretty much the same, friendship. I have always been the ‘brother’ they never had who they could talk to about everything especially other men. All the while I sat back and watched them fall in and out of ‘like’ with other men. I was never the one being liked, just the one who got told about it. It never bothered me so much because I never really liked any of them that way. But at times I would silently wonder what it was about me that drew women to me and not in the good way. Seeing that I am the kind of guy who falls for one woman every decade, I was perfectly okay with. So when other guys got all this attention from the women, I was not the least bit bothered. But then I noticed a very interesting trend. Life, being the cruel thing that it is, had conspired to keep people apart. All the women who I talked to seemed to have one thing in common, all the men they liked seemed to like other women who liked other men who liked other women who liked other men etc. To me it seemed like
Fast forward 5 years to campus. Nothing much has changed only the characters. The soul train is still moving, the chain is still the same. Only there is one thing that had changed. As much as my relationships with women hadn’t changed, something has. I am now firmly a link in the chain. Along with this, some relationships with women had changed. I am getting ahead of myself. Before I got stuck in the soul train I was still the same guy who listened to all their problems, offering brotherly advice, consoling them when they needed a shoulder to cry on. Only this time my platonic relationships are being misconstrued. I learnt about this misunderstanding in the worst fashion possible.
See all this time I had learnt how to relate to women in one way that I always thought was innocuous. It never occurred to me that my listening and advice-giving would be interpreted in any other way. But here I was about to be given a lesson in life-and women! It started with little things some of my friends would turn cold suddenly. Communication would suddenly cease cold turkey. From long, personal conversations to mumbled hallos and quick exits from the room. At first I thought nothing of this partly because I have been always able to make new friends so the old ones I lost were not really missed. That was until it became more frequent and some even became hostile. The real tipping point came when I was in third year.
One of my close friends had a girlfriend who introduced as to her friend, let’s call her Anne. So after meeting Anne a couple of times we became friends. After some time of getting to know each other, the pattern that had become synonymous with all me friendships emerged. The avoidance, cancelled plans, awkward hallos etc. I didn’t pay this much attention since it had happened so many times before. So one day my friend tells me something that changes how I view life. It turns out Anne had thought I was hitting on her and she wasn’t happy about it. She had even gone as far as confronting my friend’s girl and ‘blaming’ her for bringing me into her life. Then everything made sense to me. All the friendships that had ended abruptly made sense to me, it must have been me. I am the one who was sending out mixed signals to all these women. It was okay to interact with them when I was younger but the same actions got new meaning when one grew up. This change in age meant a change in meaning of the same action.
I sat and analysed all I had done and even asked around and concluded that I inadvertently ‘hit’ on women. Most of them took offence in this and summarily ended our interactions. While the rest ones who didn’t take offence in it realised later on that I was just being ‘nice’ and in turn hated themselves for jumping to that conclusion. But more shocking is, they hated me more for not liking them. I will say that again, they hated me for not liking them because as it turns out they liked me. The last is the reason I write this.
I always thought, albeit naively, that being liked was supposed to be a good thing. Sitting and listening to all those women all these years blinded me to some disturbing facts about the reality of human interactions. Humans are incredibly selfish!! But let us look into women’s selfishness for just a second. In the 26 years I have lived on this planet, I have liked 2 women (as I mentioned earlier). None of them have liked me back (okay the first I never told how I felt so I will never know if she felt the same way). When I told the second what she meant to me, I held my breath and felt my heart sink into an abyss as she said she didn’t feel the same way. This by the way was after months of me plotting and planning how best to tell her all the while picturing and daydreaming all the different ways she would say she liked me back. I even envisioned what she would be wearing!!! So imagine how crushed I was when she said no, then again and again for months. When I finally gave up I realised I could not be friends with her as long as I felt that way for her. I told her as much and cut her off for 6 months till I was sure I was either over her or I could be around her without bringing up my feelings. I am now friends with her and it never happens.
Now had I been I woman, the story would have been totally different. I would have hated her for mot liking me back and never spoken to her ever. What’s more, all my girlfriends would have rallied around me and condemned her for being a bitch. I mean, how dare her not like me back like I like her!!!! This brings me back to my initial point, nobody said life is fair, but there are some things that for all intent and purposes should be fair. It really is not fair for women to hate men just because the man doesn’t feel the same way. At the end of the day, the soul train is just life. Not everyone’s feelings get reciprocated. In fact, very few people ever get that. But most men suck it up, realise this things happen and move one. Women just stick to hating the guy, calling him names, organising wakes and burning his stuff to exorcise his demons. I think the most depressing thing of it all is that when a woman gets all this craziness going; her girlfriends are incredibly supportive of her decision to hate the guy. They even they throw in their 2 cents as to why he is an idiot for not liking her and what not. If you happen to know one of her friends, your friendship with her gets terminated in support of her friend. You are now officially the enemy, an outcast.
When does not have feelings for someone became a bad thing? When did making a simple choice suddenly make you public enemy number one? Does this mean it is okay for women to turn men down at a whim but men have no opinion in the matter? Should I automatically get to like you just because you like me? This situation just goes to show that when it comes to relationships between men and women, men can never win. And women wonder why men always lie.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
friends?
P.S. When i wrote this my mind was all over the place and I was confused. Couldn't decide on whether to be angry or not to care...Just a caveat in case the entry seems disjointed or all over the place
in search of the one
or just one
anyone
who will be
what I thought
the one should be
b.c.
Friendship. It is said friends are a single soul living in two bodies. I think this is the most beautiful definition of this voluntary relationship. Dictionary.com describes a friend as 'a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard'. Humans are inherently social so it follows that we seek out others who we have things in common with or at the bare minimum co-exist with amicably with and could sometimes share parts of yourself with. Ever so often we get blessed and find friends who become more important to us then our own families. You see, families are loved out of obligation while friends are loved out of choice. True friends make this horrible world seem more beautiful and still worth living. But I have come to learn that friendships are just as hard as romantic relationships if not harder.
When two people meet, it takes an effort from at least one of them for them to become friends. Barring that, they meet, talk, go there separate ways and never talk again, unless they accidentally bump into each other. But it takes at least one person to go the extra mile to make it a friendship. Now it will take the both of them to make it work. now here is the situation I constantly find myself in with majority of my friendships, I am more often then not the guy who will go the extra mile for the friendship to be established. I will go the extra mile to keep it going and make sure it is successful. Then one day I turn around and find that I am the only one out there trying to make it work. I am the only one actually making an effort when it is meant to be effortless, almost second nature.
Everyday I find myself asking the same question, what does it take to just pick up your phone and call for 30 seconds? Or just send a simple text that takes 8 seconds flat to type(I have timed it) Why do I always have to be the one who finds out if they are still alive? Is it that I have to prove to then that I really want to be their friend? I mean, a friendship is a two way street right? Then they compound it by always the statement 'I miss you so much' everytime they bump into me by chance which always make me wonder 'WTF!!'. I mean, when I miss someone, I seek them out and spend time with them or talk to them to elliviate the feeling. But not these friends. No,they just save such sentiments for sound bites because they sound nice and create the illusion of them thinking about you. Perhaps its done so that you dont hate them for not playing their part in the relationship, who knows?
Now I have a new breed of friends, the ones who want to be friends but feel I must prove my worth by giving as much attention as I can afford in order to put their insecurities to rest(I am just guessing this is the reason because I have run out of options). i am not a lion in a circus so I do not have to jump through hoops. Now I know why I have a high rate of turnover when it coes to friends. As soon as I get rid of the ones I realise are not good for me, I aquire new ones who have so much promise but quickly learn they are not much different.
Then I did a quick inventory of my life and realised one interesting fact-all the friends who behave in this seemingly unbecoming manner are women. Not that women make bad friends(though evidence suggest the contray), its just a fact I have to contend with. I am told that i have bad tastes. I always choose the wrong ones, I think maybe I bring the worst out of people. Maybe it really is my fault...
I guess this behaviour can be attributed to the fact that once you get secure in a relationship, you dont feel the need to try any more. Maybe it is due to the fact that getting to know someone is so much more exciting while maintaing the friendship is too much work. Or it could be because I expect too much of mere mortals(though I expect so much more of myself than I do of anyone else). Or maybe it is because we were never really friends.
to Happy who has shown me what a true friend looks and feels like
in search of the one
or just one
anyone
who will be
what I thought
the one should be
b.c.
Friendship. It is said friends are a single soul living in two bodies. I think this is the most beautiful definition of this voluntary relationship. Dictionary.com describes a friend as 'a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard'. Humans are inherently social so it follows that we seek out others who we have things in common with or at the bare minimum co-exist with amicably with and could sometimes share parts of yourself with. Ever so often we get blessed and find friends who become more important to us then our own families. You see, families are loved out of obligation while friends are loved out of choice. True friends make this horrible world seem more beautiful and still worth living. But I have come to learn that friendships are just as hard as romantic relationships if not harder.
When two people meet, it takes an effort from at least one of them for them to become friends. Barring that, they meet, talk, go there separate ways and never talk again, unless they accidentally bump into each other. But it takes at least one person to go the extra mile to make it a friendship. Now it will take the both of them to make it work. now here is the situation I constantly find myself in with majority of my friendships, I am more often then not the guy who will go the extra mile for the friendship to be established. I will go the extra mile to keep it going and make sure it is successful. Then one day I turn around and find that I am the only one out there trying to make it work. I am the only one actually making an effort when it is meant to be effortless, almost second nature.
Everyday I find myself asking the same question, what does it take to just pick up your phone and call for 30 seconds? Or just send a simple text that takes 8 seconds flat to type(I have timed it) Why do I always have to be the one who finds out if they are still alive? Is it that I have to prove to then that I really want to be their friend? I mean, a friendship is a two way street right? Then they compound it by always the statement 'I miss you so much' everytime they bump into me by chance which always make me wonder 'WTF!!'. I mean, when I miss someone, I seek them out and spend time with them or talk to them to elliviate the feeling. But not these friends. No,they just save such sentiments for sound bites because they sound nice and create the illusion of them thinking about you. Perhaps its done so that you dont hate them for not playing their part in the relationship, who knows?
Now I have a new breed of friends, the ones who want to be friends but feel I must prove my worth by giving as much attention as I can afford in order to put their insecurities to rest(I am just guessing this is the reason because I have run out of options). i am not a lion in a circus so I do not have to jump through hoops. Now I know why I have a high rate of turnover when it coes to friends. As soon as I get rid of the ones I realise are not good for me, I aquire new ones who have so much promise but quickly learn they are not much different.
Then I did a quick inventory of my life and realised one interesting fact-all the friends who behave in this seemingly unbecoming manner are women. Not that women make bad friends(though evidence suggest the contray), its just a fact I have to contend with. I am told that i have bad tastes. I always choose the wrong ones, I think maybe I bring the worst out of people. Maybe it really is my fault...
I guess this behaviour can be attributed to the fact that once you get secure in a relationship, you dont feel the need to try any more. Maybe it is due to the fact that getting to know someone is so much more exciting while maintaing the friendship is too much work. Or it could be because I expect too much of mere mortals(though I expect so much more of myself than I do of anyone else). Or maybe it is because we were never really friends.
to Happy who has shown me what a true friend looks and feels like
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
square peg
sitting, thinking
feeling, wondering
wishing, hoping
that one day
one place
one time
i will be allowed
even for a second
to be just me
b.c.
When growing up, I realised that I was different. I was the blue thread on the white piece of cloth. Not the kind of different that get people sent to asylums, but a more subtle kind of different. Sure I did most things my age mates did, but most were not done because I wanted to to but mostly because I was socialised to believe that they were expected of me so as to fit in. Then I became a teenager and my rebellious streak showed up. I fully embraced my difference and refused to try and fit in. I intentionallly did things contratry to what was expected or demanded of me simply to show the world I was different. Whenever I heard a blanket statement referring to what men did or how men behaved or how good boys should act, I intentionally did the exact opposite. I was different and I needed the world to know this! I didn't drink partlly because everyone was doing it and I was not everybody. I listened to women(I mean really listened), spoke to them like equals and befriended them when everyone else used and disposed of them. I was different! I wanted to stand out because I believed that I should make an impact the lives of anyone I interact with. Better hate me or love me but whatever happens dont forget me because I was different. It became my identity, the rebel without a cause, to be different for the sake of it.
I took the same mentality to campus. Trained my mind to always go contrary to pop culture. I strived to see good in people even if they showed none of it, befriend women who just wanted instant gratification and didn't take advantage of those 'offers' I got. Actually turning a blind eye to them much to the chagrin of ny friends. Despite my environment(anyone who has been through K.U. can attest to this), I promised to be a virgin til got married(yeah you can pick your jaw up from the ground). I refused to be a product of my environment because I was different! Then I had a conversation with my friend that set into motion a chain of events. I explained to her how I hated conformism and how many of my decisions where made based on rebellion from the said conformism. She politely pointed out that that in itself was confromism because I was not being true to myself but making decisions predicated on others expectations of me even though I was doing things contrary to these said expectations. But all I wanted was to be different.
After many a day of self examination I realised the folly in my ways. I was so set in my need to prove to others how different I am, I lost the plot. I lost a chunk of who I am by denying my impulses in a bid to prove a point. I looked back at all the missed opportunities and wondered what could have been had I not been different. But I am different. I am not who or what people wish I was. I am different! I realsie now that I did not have to make an effort to be different in every aspect because what I am different without having to try. The parts of me that are not different are the ones that make me human while the differences make me who I am. I am different! Of late though I wish I was not different. I wish I did not see numerous grey areas where others simply saw balck or white. I wish I was the same as every other man out there who took life a sit came and did not question it. I wish I was not different because I am tired of standing out. I dont want to make a mark in everyone's lifeany more, only in the lives of those who matter. I want not to stand out for whatever reason, just be that nondescript guy you meet one day and cant even remember his name. But I am different. I wish I was not so that I can at least fit into just one place, just a single group of people without any form of pretense. But can't because I am different. What is left for me to do is just act like everyone else and keep my true nature well hidden. At least for that short period I will not feel like the blue thread, pretend that my differences are non-existent, that I am one of them. I dont want to be different any more because I am tired of defending my words and deeds, thought and decisions. I am tired of having to defend who I am. I am tired of being a square peg in a round hole. I am tired...
feeling, wondering
wishing, hoping
that one day
one place
one time
i will be allowed
even for a second
to be just me
b.c.
When growing up, I realised that I was different. I was the blue thread on the white piece of cloth. Not the kind of different that get people sent to asylums, but a more subtle kind of different. Sure I did most things my age mates did, but most were not done because I wanted to to but mostly because I was socialised to believe that they were expected of me so as to fit in. Then I became a teenager and my rebellious streak showed up. I fully embraced my difference and refused to try and fit in. I intentionallly did things contratry to what was expected or demanded of me simply to show the world I was different. Whenever I heard a blanket statement referring to what men did or how men behaved or how good boys should act, I intentionally did the exact opposite. I was different and I needed the world to know this! I didn't drink partlly because everyone was doing it and I was not everybody. I listened to women(I mean really listened), spoke to them like equals and befriended them when everyone else used and disposed of them. I was different! I wanted to stand out because I believed that I should make an impact the lives of anyone I interact with. Better hate me or love me but whatever happens dont forget me because I was different. It became my identity, the rebel without a cause, to be different for the sake of it.
I took the same mentality to campus. Trained my mind to always go contrary to pop culture. I strived to see good in people even if they showed none of it, befriend women who just wanted instant gratification and didn't take advantage of those 'offers' I got. Actually turning a blind eye to them much to the chagrin of ny friends. Despite my environment(anyone who has been through K.U. can attest to this), I promised to be a virgin til got married(yeah you can pick your jaw up from the ground). I refused to be a product of my environment because I was different! Then I had a conversation with my friend that set into motion a chain of events. I explained to her how I hated conformism and how many of my decisions where made based on rebellion from the said conformism. She politely pointed out that that in itself was confromism because I was not being true to myself but making decisions predicated on others expectations of me even though I was doing things contrary to these said expectations. But all I wanted was to be different.
After many a day of self examination I realised the folly in my ways. I was so set in my need to prove to others how different I am, I lost the plot. I lost a chunk of who I am by denying my impulses in a bid to prove a point. I looked back at all the missed opportunities and wondered what could have been had I not been different. But I am different. I am not who or what people wish I was. I am different! I realsie now that I did not have to make an effort to be different in every aspect because what I am different without having to try. The parts of me that are not different are the ones that make me human while the differences make me who I am. I am different! Of late though I wish I was not different. I wish I did not see numerous grey areas where others simply saw balck or white. I wish I was the same as every other man out there who took life a sit came and did not question it. I wish I was not different because I am tired of standing out. I dont want to make a mark in everyone's lifeany more, only in the lives of those who matter. I want not to stand out for whatever reason, just be that nondescript guy you meet one day and cant even remember his name. But I am different. I wish I was not so that I can at least fit into just one place, just a single group of people without any form of pretense. But can't because I am different. What is left for me to do is just act like everyone else and keep my true nature well hidden. At least for that short period I will not feel like the blue thread, pretend that my differences are non-existent, that I am one of them. I dont want to be different any more because I am tired of defending my words and deeds, thought and decisions. I am tired of having to defend who I am. I am tired of being a square peg in a round hole. I am tired...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
damned if you do
being a blue thread
in an entirely white fabric
means that you are doomed
for wherever you go
you will always be wrong
b.c.
Last night, like the rest of the world, I sat and watched the 44th president of the USA being sworn in. I listened to his eloquent speech and applauded his superior oratory skills. The man puts his fellow Toastmasters to shame. He can work a crowd into a frenzy and easily move them to tears in just one sentence. When he mentioned the small village his father was born in, I heard people erupt into cheers and song just outside my house. He had afterall mentioned a small nondescript country in the middle of Africa and hence put it on the map. Now the whole world knew of Kenya. But lets go back to the cheering and singing that is going on outside my house. The euphoria has now reached fever pitch. Its past 10.30 on a week night but people are run up and down the road singing his praise songs regardless of whether or not they need to be up early the following morning to get to work. The songs get louder and I realise the crowd is getting closer. They have sang all the way from Kibera and are now near Prestige Plaza. Their actions makes me realise, not for the first time, the fanatism this man inspires in Kenyans.
I have no problem with the fanatism, but I do have a problem with the reasons behind the fanatism(but thats an entirely different story). In the midst of all this Obamamania, a friend of mine dared to go against the grain and question the fanatism. He aired his views on the whole issue by saying he didn't understand all the fanatical support. Instantly someone labelled him a 'hater' because he was not as fanatical as everyone else. This made me realise one painful fact about this life that we live, the moment anyone dares do something thats against what the masses believe, he/she is considered an anomaly and quickly disowned, rebuked or expelled from society. We all preach how we are different we all are but the moment we actually meet some different(which happens quite often) we refuse to acknowledge that they are different but instead demonise them or they beliefs and try make them be like the rest of us.
It is a sad but very real fact that the majority will always rule and the minority's voice will always be muffled. For if you dare to be different you will always be wrong. This status quo has forced many people to keep their opinions or feelings to themselves , scared that if they aired this opinions they will be castigated at the bare minimun or ven get ostracized from the societies they live in.
If being different will make me wrong, then I refuse to be right and demand my right. My right to have an opinion even if it differs with vox populus. My right to not be scared to freely speak out that opinion and have a fair hearing of the same. My right to be autonomous from society and just be me. My right to be different.
P.S. Democracy is hinged on the principle of the majority being right. But as someone once said, 'democracy is the will of the majority being imposed upon the minority'
in an entirely white fabric
means that you are doomed
for wherever you go
you will always be wrong
b.c.
Last night, like the rest of the world, I sat and watched the 44th president of the USA being sworn in. I listened to his eloquent speech and applauded his superior oratory skills. The man puts his fellow Toastmasters to shame. He can work a crowd into a frenzy and easily move them to tears in just one sentence. When he mentioned the small village his father was born in, I heard people erupt into cheers and song just outside my house. He had afterall mentioned a small nondescript country in the middle of Africa and hence put it on the map. Now the whole world knew of Kenya. But lets go back to the cheering and singing that is going on outside my house. The euphoria has now reached fever pitch. Its past 10.30 on a week night but people are run up and down the road singing his praise songs regardless of whether or not they need to be up early the following morning to get to work. The songs get louder and I realise the crowd is getting closer. They have sang all the way from Kibera and are now near Prestige Plaza. Their actions makes me realise, not for the first time, the fanatism this man inspires in Kenyans.
I have no problem with the fanatism, but I do have a problem with the reasons behind the fanatism(but thats an entirely different story). In the midst of all this Obamamania, a friend of mine dared to go against the grain and question the fanatism. He aired his views on the whole issue by saying he didn't understand all the fanatical support. Instantly someone labelled him a 'hater' because he was not as fanatical as everyone else. This made me realise one painful fact about this life that we live, the moment anyone dares do something thats against what the masses believe, he/she is considered an anomaly and quickly disowned, rebuked or expelled from society. We all preach how we are different we all are but the moment we actually meet some different(which happens quite often) we refuse to acknowledge that they are different but instead demonise them or they beliefs and try make them be like the rest of us.
It is a sad but very real fact that the majority will always rule and the minority's voice will always be muffled. For if you dare to be different you will always be wrong. This status quo has forced many people to keep their opinions or feelings to themselves , scared that if they aired this opinions they will be castigated at the bare minimun or ven get ostracized from the societies they live in.
If being different will make me wrong, then I refuse to be right and demand my right. My right to have an opinion even if it differs with vox populus. My right to not be scared to freely speak out that opinion and have a fair hearing of the same. My right to be autonomous from society and just be me. My right to be different.
P.S. Democracy is hinged on the principle of the majority being right. But as someone once said, 'democracy is the will of the majority being imposed upon the minority'
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