Friday 9 March 2018

Some red tapes are a disservice...

Where intelligent civilisation finds a thing or process redundant or too ritualistic that it hinders action, that particular red tape is cut… that’s what a growing society does. 

In The Gambia, unless it involves someone we like so, so much, we would rather our progress grind to a halt than be that flexible.

Yesterday, it was a blueprint. Today, a manifesto’s the standard by which fittingness for mayor is measured in Banjul. And we know the target of that red tape represents a party that already has a documented direction of travel.

So, if you ask me, it’s as redundant as saying: Ma’am, your party’s cast-iron pledges are impressive (we just didn’t bother reading 'em). So, naturally, you don’t need one, but you need one for the heck of ceremony.

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