REFLECTIONS ON A REVOLUTION

Some of us are singers and some of us are strategists.

Some, like Martin Luther King Jnr, write speeches that will set your soul on fire; while others walk and wield a gun to win your freedom.
It is not the same man who pays the bill for the meals of the activists as the one who braves the gunfire to take on combat. One man marches ahead with his machete and clears a path for the soldier behind him. Another takes photographs, captures the story and broadcasts it far and wide to evoke global support for a movement. One main paints a placard, another watches over the children of those who work. 
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Some of us a singers. 
Some of us are strategists. 

The one who sings may so invoke the feelings of a nation that transformation is made not just possible, but even inevitable, in large part through his song. A song to motivate or fortify. His words give courage in the face of fear or uncertainty. 
The one who builds a strategy may do so over weeks and months and years of planning. Observing, adjusting and redrawing his plans once more.  And again. And then again. His effort is no less valuable than that of the man who swings the sickle in the bush.

Perhaps my part is not your part. 
Perhaps I am a singer. 
Perhaps you are a strategist. 

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