In Vain

I¿M WAY TOO old to be telling stories. These things aren¿t for my age. As I whinge over this idea of recounting my past, I ponder over the man behind this whole thing ¿ a white journalist. He¿s been here a thousand times, pestering me, insisting that I tell it as it has been, since the time of colonisation. Had to be white! The local journalists chase stories that make them worth something to the elite. Churning out crap, in most cases. They hold the elite hostage. In turn, the elite, the ones who stole the elections in decolonization time, pays them to put a spin on everything newsworthy.