29/06/2025
Whoās Killing Liberia?
By Doris D. Myers
The blame for what Liberia has become falls squarely on you and me.
Our wickedness stinks to the high heavens as we go about our daily lives pulling down everyone and everything just to become rich.
We import substandard products, fake drugs, and expired baby food unfit for human consumption. We poison our people and destroy our environment without remorse.
We steal from widows, orphans, and refugees taking what little they have and selling it for personal gain. No conscience. No fear of God. Nothing is sacred.
We even go as far as killing our own friends and relatives just to seize their hard-earned properties, lands, and inheritance.
Greed has turned us into monsters. We value property more than people.
We throw garbage on the streets, refuse to paint our homes, and allow overgrown grass and filth to surround our houses.
We wonāt fix the road leading to our gates but will sit and wait for the government to do it.
The dirt is killing us, and still, we do nothing.
We have gotten used to people walking in impunity, no shame, no consequence.
Even worse, we support corruption and wrongdoing simply because it directly benefits us.
We cheer for thieves when they're our relatives. We vote for crooks when they're our tribe.
We close our eyes to injustice if it feeds our pockets.
No one is spared.
Our architects, engineers, and contractors build substandard roads, schools, houses, and hospitals cutting corners and putting lives at risk all for profit. And life, once lost, cannot be bought with all the money or contract kickbacks.
Youād think this behavior is reserved for Zogos, but no, these acts are committed by churchgoers, Muslims, husbands, wives, and sadly, the youth. People who look respectable but act no better than street criminals.
We have perfected the art of perverting justice, pretending we donāt know right from wrong just to protect our selfish interests.
We loot Liberia and dump the money in foreign banks, everywhere but home.
We are wickedness personified, dripping with hatred and greed, and we pass it down to our children. We are building a nation of broken hearts and bitter minds.
We say we are religious with Ramadan, fasting, night vigils, and deliverance services all year long. But the real problem is us.
We refuse to love, to forgive, to put others before ourselves as both the Bible and Quran command. Instead, itās āMe, me, meā thatās all that ever matters.
Hereās the painful truth:
We lie on our rƩsumƩs, cheat on exams, bribe our way through school, and still expect a better country.
We litter our streets, clog our own drainages, then blame the government when floods come.
We vote for tribe, not merit.
We steal electricity, sell stolen fuel, and yet call ourselves patriotic.
We overcharge fellow Liberians but offer discounts to foreigners, killing our own economy.
We demand bribes for basic services, and refuse to work unless thereās something in it for us.
We abandon our jobs during work hours to run side businesses or gossip.
We bully and shame others online for attention, ignoring our own deep flaws.
We worship thieves, mock the poor, and celebrate mediocrity.
We build no libraries, write no books, create no solutions, but complain about illiteracy.
We idolize pastors and politicians more than truth, humility, and service.
We stir tribal division, use politics to destroy one another, and profit from conflict.
And yet, we wonder:
Who is killing Liberia?
It is us. All of us.
Any Christian or Muslim who cannot love others has no business in politics, government, or even living in a land that calls itself the āLand of Liberty.ā
Until we face this truth and take responsibility, we will continue on this path of destruction.
But there is hope.
I can change.
You can change.
They can change.
We can change by sharing this message, by living it, and by rebuilding our moral foundation.
Let us reclaim our nation.
Let us heal our land.
Let us finally enjoy our sweet Land of Liberty.
If this message speaks to you, donāt keep it to yourself. SHARE IT. Someone needs to read this. Someone needs to reflect.
Drop a comment, tag a friend, and let's start a new conversation.
