Although many readers may consider this piece as a form of application which is indeed not, especially to Her Excellency Madam Ellen Johnson Sirleaf --- excuse me, she is Dr. Ellen Johnson Sirleaf --- alienation by bodyguards from even meeting her since the last five years has made me to go public, since the same jugu-jugu, waka-waka continues in many circles, for fear of taking over their jobs that one is truly not seeking.
Whether critically analyzed or not, the fact is that in the expressed feelings of many Liberians, I have since walked it all by myself for almost 16 years in Monrovia without visitation to my most cherished home, Zorzor City of Fissibu Town, Lofa County, something that could one day serve as political weapon against me to serve my people either as a Superintendent or Senior Senator. My contributions to Lofa County are ever-substantive, uninterested I may momentarily be in the politics of the sub-division; no bluff about that since I possess all qualifications.
Fool yourself yah that Sam Van is not educated, since he has not formally attended the University of Liberia, Cuttington College, the William V.S. Tubman University or others. Are the Belle Public School, Ricks Institute or the Richard Abrohm Henries High School of the 1970s not sufficient, comparing those studies with so-called modern standards in which the Bachelor's and Master's are simply high school education?
Lest delving into academic qualification, since by all standards the exposures had in foreign countries are just more than sufficient, though to the unacknowlegment of many, it would indeed sound mysterious that the many years of patrolling the streets simply to know and understand many Liberians, since it is the expressed thought that some funny circles equally want to know me, the loss of nearly all prominent members of my family, including father, mother, uncles, aunts, sisters, grand children and others serve as halts to whatever programming that people may be thinking that I cannot escape but must continuously be suppressed, oppressed and exploited.
Indeed boastful of having been one of the founding employees of the Daily Observer newspaper, since February 16, 1981, after which I have since been an organizer of several print mediums in the country as contribution to the growth of the profession, in fact serving as President of the Press Union of Liberia (PUL) at a time that many dared become leaders because of the civil crisis, endangered later by serving the Council of State at the Executive Mansion, where comes individuals to talk about how peace, stability and democracy were restored to Liberia.
Painful and beshaming as former classmates, most of whom possess Master's and Doctoral degrees have come and gone, leaving this poor country boy to capitalize upon his self-studies of the equivalent, subservience has continued to remain the order as though there is anything strange in the educational sector other than research.
Failed as the administration of former President Charles Taylor became in correspondence, especially at a time that even junior students had grown to become known as leaders, the Ellen Johnson Sirleaf-led is similarly pursuing the same path, having attempted on numerous occasions to establish contact but to no avail.
Letters, e-mails and telephone calls have continuously been made to acquaint her with my current plight as a great grand father, but individuals far lower than my status have continued to feel frightened.
Appearing almost a Mickey Mouse in the country, been a personality already internationally exposed with extensive contacts, why would an Ellen Johnson Sirleaf administration wish to spin a little but smart boy like me around, a king-maker for that purpose?
I invite all Liberians to visit what people call a home in suburban Bardnersville to see what is truly obtaining. Not been involved into Liberian politics for so long, at least time has come to engage into international politics, beginning 2011, since it is my fundamental human right to exercise all of the basic rights guaranteed thereunder.
Often said that once a Liberian sits in the very big chair at the Executive Mansion, they are soon to forget, I need not however remind Madam Sirleaf that this is the very little boy who had accompanied her in Abidjan, the Ivory Coast to buy lappas. This is the very boy who drank his beer and 80-12-12 in the 1980s, yet producing the best of headlines grammatically to the tone. This is the very “GB” who fished many stories, sought your cooperation and understanding in running for the Presidency of Liberia in 1997, though you came second out of lateness in the process.
This is the very boy who almost died on Gurley Street, whilst in the employ of the Liberian Diaspora Newspaper, simply to ensure that you succeeded. Is this the politics that you had wished, taking the form of an Animal's Farm?
Prepared to set a very clean record, having come from a highly religious family in the poor village of Belema, Zorzor City, it is only fair that the public begin to know that while “Leopard has had to bear patience in order to be given its true color,” my children, grand children and great grand are dying from extreme poverty, something I dare compromise with anyone. Do we need to call on Wilson Tarpeh and others?
Better to be with the birds in the hands than thousands flying in the air, as they say, although not a partisan but an admirer. Come 2011, the axiom that who bulks it takes it will truly come to bear. One cannot continuously ride a willing horse to death. I na after, and these are the little things that matter.