I have enough content on this blog, I am going to remaster it, modify it, and bring it to the present. Some of my views on certain things have changed but I will not be deleting them. These online journals also map our evolution, especially at a time when people Google the moment you introduce yourself to them. Also, those devoted readers of the Benjamin WATCH blog will have a chance to tell which one of the old posts was used for a transition.

Laye, Yambo, Wole, and the rest, Deities of old, creators blessed. Through struggles deep, they forged their way, Under regulations, they dared to sway.

Exile, prison,and challenges untold, Yet their stories and art, they boldly unfold. In bygone days of fire lit tales, They persevered, their spirit prevailed.

Today, a new age, a digital sphere, Where content blooms, creativity is clear. Young souls weaving paths anew, Molding careers from passions true.

The Internet’s blaze, a virtual hearth, Replaces the fire, a global art. But power holders, with motives concealed, Craft rules and limits, intentions revealed.

Unknown funders, hidden hands, Dictate rules for content lands. Ugandan creatives, a new crusade, Facing censorship’s lurking shade.

OTT’s weight, a looming plight, Freedom’s realm shrinking from sight. Support and remuneration, they claim, Shall vanish like smoke, a fading flame.

Yet in this storm, unity can ignite, African voices, a beacon of light. Collaboration’s embrace, a shield, To international networks, we shall yield.

Loopholes sought, like shadows we blend, Dark web whispers, a pathway to mend. Within the chaos, creativity thrives, Restrictions fuel dreams, where hope derives.

History’s echo, a lesson learned, From those before, courage earned. Footprints guide us, as we explore, New narratives to shape, old struggles to soar.

Let’s stand in the dialogue’s embrace, Influence the world, claim our place. For change to unfurl, hearts must strive, In the face of challenges, we’ll survive.