FACEBOOK: THE ADVOCATE
I was laying in bed thinking of when I’ll get the chance to see him again
I looked at the wall clock, the wrist watch and just about the same moment the church clock struck 12
Yes, it was midnight and I was still deprived of sleep
Just as I pulled my comforter over my head I heard two taps on my window
Step after step I got to my window and looking out I saw him
You know that cliche moment where your heart skips a thousand beats and triples them again?
Yes, that is the feeling I had when I saw my lover at the window
But wait, I knew someone was watching us from a distance.
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– 36% of young people aged 8 to 22 are worried about being bullied at school, college or university
– There is a strong association between bullying and suicide-related behaviors, but this relationship is often mediated by other factors, including depression, violent behavior, and substance abuse (Reed, Nugent, & Cooper, 2015).
– More than 16,000 young people are absent from school because of bullying
– 83% of young people say bullying has a negative impact on their self-esteem
– 30% of young people have gone on to self-harm as a result of bullying
– 10% of young people have attempted to commit suicide as a result of bullying
– People who have been bullied are at greatest risk for health problems in adulthood, over six times more likely to be diagnosed with a serious illness, smoke regularly, or develop a psychiatric disorder compared to those not involved in bullying
– Those who have been bullied are more than twice as likely to have difficulty in keeping a job, or committing to saving compared to those not involved in bullying
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What do you think you’re doing here?
Come over here!!!!
Haven’t I warned you not to come anywhere close to my gang? Haven’t I???”
As soon as I heard those words I wished the earth would just swallow me up because I knew what was coming next
Maybe you know what’s coming next too but if you do not know then lemme enlighten you
~Hi, my name is Sawyer and I am a junior in high school
Ever since the very first day I stepped foot into my school, I have been taunted and haunted by a group of boys here.
What’s worse? I have no one to tell because it seems no one actually cares about me being bullied by some seniors.
Oh and lest I forget, apart from no one actually caring, I don’t think I can even tell because I’m actually scared of what they might do to me if they ever find out
So back to where I left off at the beginning…
I wished the earth would swallow me up because
They are going to beat the life out of me
Yes they are going to beat me for no reason whatsoever
They just find it fun to do that to me and trust me this is not the first time
When it all started, I tried to report the issue to the authorities but they didn’t take any serious action with them and after that whole experience, it just got worse.
Every where they see me I have to be punched or slapped or kicked or at worse be threatened with knives and all that.
Now I’m scared of coming to school
I now detest a place a used to love
And I’m even scared of home because sometimes when I go home and my parents see all the bruises on my body they begin to ask questions
But I have no proper answer to give them so I just lie to them that I hit my head or something of that sort.
I’m scared because they are everywhere I go which means I get hit everywhere I go
In the washroom, the hallway, the classroom, the compound and anywhere else you can think of they are there
I wish this would all just end
I wish I don’t have to go through this every time
Sometimes I wish I could talk to someone but I can’t
I feel dejected and broken
I can’t take this anymore
The hate is too much for me
I want it all to be over
I just want to die
This is my Story….~
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AFRICA MY BELOVED MOTHERLAND
Its about time AFRICA
It’s about time we stopped following the blind and create a path with the knowledgeable
Its about time we stepped out of our comfort zones and move to the warfront
We need our aged to remember the good old days
We need our young to see ahead with a vision
We need our children to dream about the betterment of our home
It is ours, yes it’s our continent and home
It’s our pride and our worth
It’s our Network and our net-worth
Our values are our pride as our cultures are our lives
Yes indeed it is our life
Let’s stop observing our mistakes and let’s start cherishing our culture and heritage
It’s time for a change… It’s time to make a difference… It’s time to live right
This is AFRICA
The Home of the greatest
Our Legacy lives Forever
AFRICA…MY MOST FRUITFUL
We used to have the most cultured and respected generation filled with dignity and love for our culture and heritage
What happened to us that what our parents feared to do we now use it to “whatsapp”?
Copying blindly from the western world, we’ve lost our dignity and pride and I wonder how we will ever get it back?
Even our television stations and FM radios have stopped teaching and broadcasting our culture but they have inculcated the western culture into our children
The purely appalling sense of a so-called fashion has become a canker in our children and our parents do nothing but put their hands in their bosom and observe
Where? Where?? Where???
Where are we going from here my people? What do we see to become of our continent years to come?
What do we see our children mature to be in the near future if they go on like this?
What is our perception of our future if we stay in our comfort zone and ruin our culture?
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AFRICA, MY MOST BEAUTIFUL
What happened to the essence of our culture and heritage?
What brought about this shameful adaptation we have gotten ourselves into now?
Where are the moral teachings we taught our children from the ananse stories told every night?
How come our once beautiful and historical country is now filled with nothing but shame?
How do we continue to tell the stories of our forefathers when we can’t even tell today’s stories?
We used to have beautiful daughters who valued and cherished themselves but what have they turned into now?
Pathetic strips of cloth joined together in a disjoint manner they put on and call them clothes.
Gone are the days when our daughters showed pride in wearing “slit” and “kaba” wherever they went
Gone are the days when our sons didn’t wear their trousers as if they were 3 times their waist size
Where have we reached in our Africa that all our beliefs and values have vanished into thin air like a cloud of smoke?
The Story Continues….