They came screaming “Rescue Mission” claiming they were coming to save Liberia. With banners high, voices loud, and promises sweet, they painted themselves as the redeemers of a broken nation. But today, we ask rescue who? From what? Because all we’ve seen since January is pain, betrayal, and a total collapse of leadership.
It didn’t take long before that so-called “Rescue Mission” became an “Excuse Mission”. Every failure was met with finger-pointing; every hardship, explained away with lies. Instead of solutions, they fed the people rehearsed speeches and tired blame games. The cost of rice went up, salaries delayed, job hopes dashed and all they said was “give us time.”
Then they pivoted again, this time labeling their chaos a “Risky Mission.” And indeed it is risky for the unpaid civil servants who still show up to work with empty pockets; risky for the students left behind because the scholarships they were promised have vanished; risky for the nurses and doctors working without supplies, and for the mothers delivering babies in the dark. This mission is not just risky it is dangerous to the soul of this country.
Now, the most painful shift of all: the “Reburial Mission.” Yes, reburial. What they promised to rescue, they have buried. Hope is buried. Jobs are buried. Civil servants’ dignity is buried. The people’s patience is not just stretched it has been murdered under this regime. Look around you even the smiles have disappeared.
Under the watchful and complicit eyes of President Boakai and Vice President Koung, Liberia has gone from bad to worse. What we’re experiencing is not mismanagement; it is a calculated strategy of deception, manipulation, and neglect. This regime isn’t failing by accident they are failing with intent.
This is no longer about politics; it’s about the soul of a nation. The people have been lied to, used, and discarded. From “Rescue Mission,” to “Excuse Mission,” to “Risky Mission,” and now to “Reburial Mission,” the Unity Party has written its legacy in betrayal.
But the Liberian people are not blind. We see. We feel. And we remember. Our hopes may be bruised, but they are not dead. This nation is not a burial ground of dreams we will rise.
