What will our country look like once we’ve given away all our land to fly-by-night “developers?” When we’ve dredged every reef? When we’ve filled in every blue hole? When just as fast as we build new, multi-million dollar buildings we let “old” ones crumble into disrepair? What will our country look like?
What will our country sound like when only politicians with bullhorns have a voice? When Bahamians are a minority in our schools? When only money talks? When shanty towns are the largest sources of votes? What will our country sound like?
What will our country feel like when we’ve let every piece of our culture be warped and sold to the lowest bidder? When families can’t feel safe in their homes? When activists feel powerless? When we have no real representatives in Parliament? What will our country feel like?
What will our country smell like when we let the landfills overflow – because there is no proper management? When hastily-laid, pungent paint masks the seedy problems underneath? When the rot of corruption is left unchecked? What will our country smell like?
What will our country taste like when the only thing left untaxed is the sickly sweet vice of gambling? When groceries are charged extra duty so our leaders can make trips to Las Vegas? What will our country taste like?
When politicians worry more about which one of their members isn’t towing the party line, versus caring about the real problems in our country, then we the people have to rely on our own senses.
We must not be colourblind or deaf to the cries of the less fortunate. We must not be numb to the realities or turn our nose from what stinks in our country. If we speak to each other, open a dialogue and demand better – then the results can be sweet.