In 2016 when other countries were busy unifying into economic blocks, the UK blazingly Brexited from one. That is, it made an astonishing decision to secede from the European Union. This move was not random or the spir of the moment. It was an informed referendum with precise calculus. We will highlight some of the demographics deficiencies confronting the UK (and the West generally) and informing such and consequent decisions. Then look at how they have attempted to solve their unique problems so far. Finally, I will show you how you in the so called CommonWealth are about to be a colonized solution to their problems.

The British population is aging. Picture people in nursing homes in their millions with walkers and oxygen tanks for this is where it’s headed. Just like most of the West, birth rates have been too low to replace the dying. In the UK the fertility rate is 1.56 against a population replacement rate of 2.1 according to World Bank Data. For comparison, Uganda Fertility Rate is 4.7 or three times that of the U.K. For the U.S. and Canada, legal and illegal mass migration is what has shielded them from a demographic implosion. But Britain as an Ethno-State whose identity is mostly conserved in bloodline not allegiance to a creed, demographic implosion is knocking at the Kingdom, fast. Compounding this is its migration laws that historically were ill-fitted to mitigate the declining of this economic powerhouse owing to population implosion.

There is a code of nature denied by the learned whose reality sting like death in old age. No matter how poor or rich a country is, the aged are always insured by the young. Up until two generations ago, African parents got many kids as an insurance in their old age. For the most part, this strategy worked like clock-work. But this reality of life was scorned upon and was treated as a pandemic by the West. A disease that needed to be controlled by our usual ‘saviours‘. Well, until now when the world has woken up to what some have called the immense human potential in Africa bound in sheer numbers of Africans.

Hypocritically, the West’s success was dependent on many humans but the ‘enlightened‘ didn’t have to have many kids of their own as insurance. In fact, many loathed the idea of having any children in the first place. But by subscribing to government or private Pension Schemes, their actions betrayed their hypocrisy as their only hope in old age was desperately pegged on many children. But they expected someone else to have many kids for them. Children that would take care of them in the frailty of old age.

Unfortunately, their neighbors hoped for the same thing and so did the entire nation(s). All hoped for many kids to secure their aged future but none was willing to bear the burden of having children. In other words, they selfishly expected the blessing of children without the attendant responsibility to have them. And those who did were not generous to the earth with their loin. But they all subscribed to a financial instrument called pension scheme or other social insurance schemes whose success is dependent on sheer flourishing of humans in great numbers.

But instead of having kids, they championed the condom as king, contraceptives became a religion and abortion was enshrined a right. Great and revered institutions spearheaded the strange idea of Population Control especially in Africa and the Caribbean. Robert Strange McNamara, the President of World Bank in the 1970s, was not a stranger to this utilitarian mindset and human revelation. He believed economic progress would be hampered by rapid population growth. For his beliefs (and wisdom shall we say), the World Bank financed the first family planning campaign in Jamaica. This according to the World Bank. They in this venture ultimately turned themselves into global demographics’ engineers. You can call them self-anointed architects of humanity. In it to save humanity by making sure humans were not having humans both in their home turf and mostly the black abroad. The wise efforts of those averse to children.

These were mostly BabyBoomers in the West (born in 1946-1964) who themselves were a loin bounty of nations just coming out of World War II. Their kids, the Hippies born in the 60’s, were antithetical to convention and they simply lived for love and pleasure not family. Having kids or too many of them interfered with their pursuit of happiness. Many kids or the morals that make for a strong family were scorned upon. In exchange, new forms of living strange to the family as originally intended were invented or adopted and the seeds (or the lack thereof) of decline were bountifully planted.

It’s bewildering that Western nations, UK included, pegged their future on population growth but decided the bed was made for pleasure only. They perhaps were too ‘learned’ to see the children behind the numbers. They thus proceeded to craft Social Security Schemes, Nation Health Service (NHS) and National Insurance Contributions (NIC) which are all mandatory Social Insurance Schemes in different outfits. The learned drafters of the laws that created the schemes perhaps didn’t realize the confounding actuarial jargon attending the law was simply saying Social Insurance is in essence society insuring itself with the next generation. Parents insured by their Children. And without Children, the Scheme is just that, a Scheme. If they had met my great-great-grandfather Kíragu, he would have told them in the beauty of his immense understanding, Kiugú gítarí njaú nikúhuka kíhúkaga (A dairy farm without a calf is essentially bankrupt.) But these were too learned for my Gúkas Wisdom.

When finally the demographic crater became visibly threatening to actuarial scientists, they scrumbled policymakers in the UK. The report was essentially that bed-for-pleasure was not quite freedom. For it, the Kingdom was dying. The King was naked. A Kingdom armed to the tee against powerful enemies but hopelessly dying by pursuit of happiness. But much time was spent to repurpose their beds. For human making is helplessly voluntary and the journey after making one is a costly venture that takes at least two decades to produce an adult. Besides, the masses were CULTured against babies so any campaigns to pay them to have homogeneous population replacement was not yielding. Utilitarians perhaps thought of breeding human in human farms like cows as a repopulation hi-tech solution. To make babies in human factories for repopulating the disintegrating Kingdom. But the Ethicist must have shot down the plan.

They had to act quickly. Another strategy had to be formulated, fast. They responded by relaxing migration policies with lightning swiftness. The changes allowed for accommodation of educated young, working people of childbearing-age from other nations whether coming as refugees or people seeking ‘greener pastures’ abroad. Schemes for migrant workers who would never become citizens and permanent residents with insurmountable path to citizenship. But as a stop gap measure, an intermediary plan was in place. The humans in Eastern Europe were the mid-term plan.

The European Union was crafted for many reasons including monetary and economic reasons. But when you pay attention to hidden intentions more reveal. The Western Europe seems to have hoped to replace the retiring labor force with young job-seekers from Eastern Europe. To essentially “import” the children they didn’t have. To their surprise, they arrived in the UK, Germany, Sweden… etc not with the mindset of an immigrant but as Citizens. Bonafide Citizens of Europe. Not subservients but equals. As such, they could not be oppressed, exploited or misused as is the case for many immigrants from elsewhere. Their demand for wages was a demand from a Citizen not from a mercy-seeking timid migrant with precarious status. This was not working well for countries that had hoped for exploitive engagements with the poorer East Europe.

The demand for livable wages was not the only impediment to propping up the collapsing financial retirement plans and social insurance schemes for the elderly. Given that Europe is made up of Ethnic or Tribal States, integration for the young job-seekers from Eastern Europe was insurmountable. A Polish is always Polish in Britain or Germany. In other words, Polish will always identify as such in Britain and not as British. The ethnic ties from which rises ethno-states in Europe are too strong to dismantle with immigration or in a generation. So the humans from Eastern Europe refused to be a cog in the Engine. They wanted to be part owners of the Engine. Not a good mindset for the UK. The midterm plan had hit a dead end. Strategists had to think faster to locate exploitable lot from somewhere else.

So when the UK Brexited from Europe prima facie it seemed like a suicide mission in more than one way. First, they were giving up the flow of cheaper skilled and unskilled labor from Eastern Europe. Secondly, they were giving up what they hoped as ‘baby factories’ that were meant to repopulate somewhat phenotypically homogeneous customers and consumers in Western Europe while their parents supplied the labor for the success of the Kingdom and its Queen. Even with all these benefits, the UK had woken up to unintended trade offs that threatened their sovereignty in the long-run . Chief of which was that the financial transfer home by migrant workers was making Eastern Europe quite bold in the region to the consternation of the Western Europe. To save the day, the precarious UK chose to reach into its horrible past for survival. To, in many ways, replicate their grave sins and mastered atrocities but this time with a sanitized pen. Old habits sure die hard!

With a reactivated colonizer’s mindset, the UK this day woke up boldly to the decades of its colonized fruits. Ripe and low hanging fruits. Irresistible helpless fruits most of them rich in melanin. They realized they had accumulated untold Wealth in the presently and historically oppressed Commoners everywhere the eager colonizer had been on the planet. The wealth in us the riff-raffs in their former and in so many ways ongoing colonies. Yeah! They see us as just that, Common Wealth. Not people but wealth that can be claimed, inherited, used, abused, exploited or stolen. Not the identity of a people like the Europeans coming together in a Union called European Union. But we are just Wealth in a single economic instrument called CommonWealth. We are not a people with the dignity of humans but an economic instrument that is inheritable from the late Queen to her geriatric son. And these commoners have no say in that transaction of making one a leader over them. It’s the God-given prerogative of a Majesty proclaimed so by his native commoners. A group of possessions brought under the same market pool or merchant’s umbrella by their former oppressor as Queen and inheriting son as King over them. Not as people, but as his personal Wealth. Wealth in sheer numbers of commoners. Simply, The CommonWealth!

It’s this secret card that emboldened them to bolt from EU and with lightning speed elevate the prominence of the CommonWealth on the world stage. The wealth born by their former slaves and the oppressed was reassuring. For the enslaved and oppressed had kids and grandkids bearing British identifiers and tongues. Their helpless tongues were laden with the British language and accent. Their books were printed by British press. Their mind was enslaved by well crafted oppressor’s curriculum decades after the phantom self-governance. Like a well tuned machine, it replicated same results generation after generation. A Curriculum that taught them Obedience not Leadership. A Curriculum that taught them to follow Instructions not to be Creative. A Curriculum that taught them Management not Production. A Curriculum that taught them to take Notes not to Write. To Regurgitate not Think. To Recite not Understand. To Sing not Compose. To Copy not Innovate. To Import not Export. Timidity not Confidence. Darkness not Light. A sure factory that has consistently produced subservients people to serve the the Kingdom. To save the dead Queen, her heirs and her Kingdom generation after generation.

These commoners worship in The Church of England right in their village. Their largest lakes are called Victoria, the Queen. Their largest Mountain Ranges are called The Aberdares. Dare you call it Nyandarúa in exams you will be deemed an academic failure. They have Thomsons’ falls along their very rivers. Others have Victoria falls. But these are neither British nor a People but mostly poor sons of the oppressed now referred to as Common Wealth. Just Wealth! Very Common Wealth

Britishness did not stop there. These commoners drive on the left side too. They still title themselves as the British. They serve British Tea with English Muffins in their village restaurants. The very wealthy here wake up to English Breakfast eaten with British Etiquettes dressed in British dress code.They say if it quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it must be a duck. But not here! Even when it titles itself like a duck, speaks duck, drives like a duck and eats like a duck, it’s not British. Never will they be British. Ever a thoroughly confused people’s identity saturated with the foreign without the essence or ownership. A horrible eclipsing make-up celebrated as beauty. Seen as simply inanimate. Just wealth. Common Wealth! Wealth of the Late Queen now inherited by her geriatric son. Again, never will they be British. Ever a thoroughly confused people’s identity saturated with the foreign without the essence or ownership. A horrible eclipsing make-up celebrated as beauty.

When the UK woke up to this Britishness of the wealth in the commons of their colonized nations, they bolted out of the European Union like masters. They were blazingly confident. It was time for harvest. It was time for loot. To loot with a pen. It was time to repatriate their common wealth. To repatriate with migration. They had brought their great-grandparents in chains with ships but these would come in chained worker’s visas. To bring in cheap labor. To give the dishwasher a working visa and ensure by warranty he dies a dishwasher. To allow the caregivers from their common wealth to land in Britain to care for the elderly who refused to have kids. This for slave hours and indentured wages. For the waitress to wait on them in fancy restaurants for an unlivable wage.

But some commoners need not migrate to tap the wealth. They can be exploited right here in their common wealth’s fertile soil for the purpose of the Kingdom United against them. These are farmhands in British Avocado, Tea, Flower and other Horticultural ventures. To send abroad with a label produce of Kenya or (your Common Wealth country) but with no money ever getting back here save for exploitive wages in those farms. To do it on these very common wealth in many currently and historically exploited nations. To feed others with their hands and farms when their kin die of hunger. And those who survive survive by donations made in the sweat and blood of their sons and daughters abroad and the money made from exploitive corporations here at home.

Here at home, CS Mutua Alfred has to decide if he will look internally even as Foreign Minister for solutions in our very FIVE FINGERS or his name will forever be inscribed in appended signature of instruments trafficking us humans to the United Kingdom or even that of the Arabians for exploitation.

Likewise, don’t celebrate when Rwanda is the face of this Northern Hemispheric economic instrument. For Rwanda has without shame volunteered to wear the shackles of the oppressed for the reward of a microphone to greet the world. For it’s clearly blind to the art of war in operation here. The art of a calculated war. The prevailing practice in strategy to mitigate what’s is called liability of foreign-ness. Look at the CEOs and fronting faces of many a multinational corporations, you will see the deceptive strategy in operation. To cover the intentions with non-threatening faces, accents and Swahili sounding names. To do it in broad daylight to mask the real intent and purpose. The art of concealing darkness with light. Wolves in sheep’s skin. To enslave the daughter of the freedom fighter. The second colonization without second liberators as they are impotent-ed with donations and slashers.(hopefully this erect them). Exploitive wealth extraction from the commoners for the Geriatric Aristocrat and his Kingdom up North! A Kingdom United against you with THEIR CommonWealth!

Originally posted here on 29/11/2022 under the title, You’re Just There Common Wealth!

Written by Robert Mwangi, MBA author of the books President’s Advisor, Money Circles, Five Fingers and Dollar Altar. He also composed and sung ZIBA UFA