Men with briefcases

Since the very beginning as a nation, we have been continually out of the frying pan, into the fire. What do you call a state that has no foodstuff for its common man and no electricity for its industry? A failed state. A mere pawn in strategic games of the superpower, our country is a sorry sight; nothing left in the kitty after all resources were squandered to gross mismanagement, graft of leadership and bureaucratic corruption, it has mired into the malaises of poverty, strife and a war within. The economy having collapsed totally, we are presently at the IMF door, cap in hand. Our great expectations, though, are likely to be spurned because these international monetary agencies are actually satellites of the superpower.