Here is your freedom, you can take it.

Commander in Chief puts his rifle down and orders his fighters to lower down their glocks and instructs freedom unto his subjects...

No more police hunting citizens, no more citizens running away from policemen, no more police killing citizens, there will be more and more overnight hustles, grinds, more sins and everything will seem to have gotten back to normal. Citizens will rave free.

Is freedom really free? How does it feel to be free? Freedom is a state of freeness, it is the ability to conduct activities without restrictions and such should be given free. The second question can rightly be explained by the feeling of a drunkard, who has just been awarded freedom of 'drinking' and 'drunkardness'. But that is just an example, I believe many people would explain it differently as per their perceptions.

Everyone desires that freedom of being free and being free with no restricts. For instance. Recently, Kenyans retained back their freedom after they were held in custody at their homes in terms of lockdowns and curfews since 27th march 2020, which is the opposite of freedom and whatever happened that night of when Uhuru relaxed curfew I don't know because I was locked indoors and all my brains were focused on the LMS studying. The rumours spreading in medias were of labels throwing parties to celebrate their retained freedom to operate overnight.

I think freedom is overrated. Nations perceive it worth life, for governments can even send their soldiers to die in battle fighting for it. Can't it be attained without violence, conflicts and destructions? Why would people die fighting for a reward that they'll not see, feel or even touch? Is freedom without blood a taboo? Is life loss okay?

Soldiers are people too and it's a loss to us when we loose them. Freedom should be free given, not fought for and people should not die for it.

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