The Dying Embers of Peace and Progress

A Anato SwuSatakha TownIt is time for the Nagas to stoke their own fire—with the wood gathered from the mighty trees that have grown tall and deep-rooted in our political, social and religious landscape, yet have begun to rot from within, infested by the termites of corruption, self-interest, division and moral compromise. A fire does not die all at once. First, the flames grow smaller.

Then the wood begins to smoulder. The warmth gradually disappears, leaving behind only a few glowing embers. Unless someone adds fresh wood and breathes life into the dying fire, darkness eventually takes…