Hope by Da Truth ft Thi’sl, Trip Lee and Flame
This is my jam for the moment!!!
Hope by Da Truth ft Thi’sl, Trip Lee and Flame
This is my jam for the moment!!!
Oh My God, it’s so loud up in here
I don’t know who invited this one and that one over there
I can’t hear myself think for all these voices inside my head
That’s what happens when you meet people
they open you up and dump all kind of shit inside you
sometimes if you lucky, they will smile and excuse themselves
But no one will fight for you like you do
No one will put you back together like you do
No one will stand and die like you do
so that you may live to see another day
At your birth, you screamed for war
and now you got plenty of scars, but the war isn’t over
so you keep your eyes open
your mouth shut
your ears on alert
the dawn is coming
don’t trust all the shadow that you see
the dawn is coming
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBN36vS7zr4&feature=youtu.be
To write or to talk about Congo always brings this tension that one does not know how to deal with. This is a country that doesn’t need any presentation anymore. The negative facts are known: Colonialism, dictatorship, war and war…
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Arthur Schopenhauer (via thus-spoke-mia)
some of us because of what they went through early in their lives, have stopped having such expectations.
(Source: sellyourcleverness)
I been having some weird thoughts lately. about space and time. Where and when you are define who you are. You don’t believe me? It’s cool, I like to deny it too, but I am here in a quiet suburb, using technology, with food in the fridge, a car I drive, a degree I went into debt for, but my life, this material life, contained in this space is a thousand times better than those who are running away from the war in East of Congo.
I can easily imagine their fear, their loss, their hunger, thirst, confusion and strong belief that God and the entire world has forsaken them because I used to be one of them. 12 years ago, and yet it feels like yesterday.
Time: there’s a 10 hours difference between where I live and Congo, everything I do is 10 hours late to them. It takes 3 days to get there and a couple of grands.
BUT as much as I want to say that I share their pain and suffering, I know I can’t. Even if I was to go there, I wouldn’t be any different than these NGO workers, who bring a drop to an empty bucket and return to their comfy homes after awhile to tell their brave tales in the midst of misery.
I know I have changed. This space and time in America have changed me. It’s not just material comfort, it’s also the fact that I can talk about 5 to 10 years plan. I love it. I hate it.
I have come to the realization that yes all I want is to bring a drop in the bucket. I don’t care if that drop is enough or all that’s needed, but I believe that one drop is all it takes sometimes. I know myself to be cursed with idealism, so I cure myself with news from around the world and despite whatever is going on, one life saved is worth a 3 day trip and a couple of grands.
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