I'm for vaccination: I'm not for the imposition of it. One's body, one's prerogative. My liberty to swing my fist ends just where your nose begins. If COVID-19 vaccination were as efficient you would not need to worry about the unvaccinated. Choice, not decree.
Especially with Africa in context, calls for imposition of vaccination is the preserve of those who routinely seal their anus to stop diarrhea. Covid inequities prevent equal access to the vaccine. Different vaccines, different outcomes. There cannot be uniform immunity. Yet.
Fear turns some of us rabid. Wrong is wrong even if everyone is for it. I am vaccinated. I do not demand it of everyone. If I club you to death for refusing to vaccinate, am I not worse than the malaise?
Also, we are silencing divergent physician views for propriety's sake/political expediency when there are legitimate conlcerns regarding the efficacy of vaccines. (pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/33987882/). But because some of us are old, the mention of bones is a declaration of war.
So, when we are all vaccinated & still have Covid-19 around, who do we fault next? Seeing as the vaccinated can still contract and spread Covid-19? Vaccination is a community service: 14th amendment.


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We do that which brings us together. Each man according to his ability. The men with their muscles carry logs. The women with their grace bless the hearth. When Europeans look at it, all they see is the labor. But for the African people, it is about love and kinship.
Love is labor. Love is sacrifice. Achebe says, "when we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so". When we love, we work for it. And to keep it.
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I was afraid. I had not anticipated it. I thought to myself, "Maybe if I could reach the door, I might live". Yet, I couldn't be bothered to move. It was hopeless. I reached for my seat belt, but even that was hopeless. It was too far off. I sat still and made peace with death.
I thought about life... about nature. I would miss the sky. I always loved its blue. I would miss the wind and trees, and rivers: in those I found hope... in those I mended. I thought about people and the beauty of hope. I wondered where I might fall: in heaven or hell.
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Then it it will be, "fake friends, fake friends", is a wedding a heart attack? You've never eaten cake?

We will start beating you!
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As for me, should a kid read my work, a decade after my death, & say to himself, "because you lived I will work harder, be kinder". It's all the award I need.
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1. You weaponize their low moments/truths.
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3. Social conditioning (negligible)
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If it were 2 or 3 men saying this, your counter arguments would hold. This is the entire earth of black men, telling you... that you are doing something wrong.

It's simple maths, men experiment with little truths earlier on: if this is not met with calm optimism, they adjust.
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