STOP SLAVE AUCTIONS IN LIBYA
The things I’ve been reading
on the news recently makes me so sad for Africa. When did it come to this? How
long has this rot been spreading under our skin? When did we lose every sense
of honour, prestige and respect for one another as fellow Africans? How did we come this low? How can I wrap my brain around all I’ve seen recently?
I thought you were my
brother. I thought you were supposed to have my back. My country's leaders have
failed me; the system has failed me; everything has left me broken and all I
have is a tiny flicker of hope... Well, rather the promise of a better
life across the shores. It’s not going to be easy but if only you can make
it to the land of dreams; they said.
You were supposed to
have my back brother; I never knew it was too much to ask to create a passage
for me to pass. I never knew the real danger on the road to the “promise land” was
amongst my own brothers; the same sons
of Mama Africa. All I wanted was to make it past the shores. I would’ve braced
myself more for this if I was taken back to when it was a war of race and
colour.
So flipping what? So
flipping what if I land on your soil illegally?! So flipping what if I rest for
a while before returning to my search for hope?!
This is your soil
right? Well, point of correction – This is our soil, our land, our continent. This is AFRICA! People
in the western world sometimes refer to Africa a country damn it! Our forefathers,
our heroes, didn’t dies for this sh!t. They shed sweat and blood to put an end
to anything called “Slavery”. They gave up their life, their future, their joy to ensure we live free. Yet this is how you repay them?!
My brother, you look at
me very well and you trade me for a couple of notes? You auction me like I'm some
piece of drawing, a property, or a commodity? You belittle me just because I’m
passing through your yard on my search for the better life I was promised. You
trample on my self-esteem, and display to the world how backwards we are, as a
continent.
Oh Mama Africa!
You starve me, jail me,
scourge me, and even kill me?! Just to sell me into slavery?... Just so you
know – What's most confusing to me about this whole thing is that this retarded
act of extreme bestiality is perpetuated by my own fellow African. This amount
of pain is being inflicted on me by my own kinsmen. My God! The pain, the
disappointment, the grief, the agony.
Damn!
This sh!t's gotta stop!
This is 2017 Damn it! The world has moved past this. Why do we have to dig up buried
graves? To what end? If we know how long and how much it cost to break free decades ago, then why would I be stuck in Libya and the course of my life be
altered forever by my fellow African. Aren’t we in this sh!t together?
Stop slave trade in
Libya!
Peace!
God bless Africa!
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