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Blood, Murder, Tears... Africa
So i was living in africa and working at a hotel and surfing alot. On my time off i worked with street kids and one kid was living in a hell beyond the rest. here is his story. I just think people need to know that beyond the curtains of thier privileged lives in america, millions of people are suffering and dieing.
life on the street is extremely hard. It's a haven for vice and many of the kids who live in its realm come face to face with serious problems, problems like: violence, drug/alcohol abuse, neglect, and rape. Every one of the kids have I worked with has his or her own personal story of how the streets have been cruel to them. But amongst all these poor souls, there is one child who has seen the worst of what the streets have to offer. That soul is my sixteen year old friend Deon. A broken spirit with a ghostly face filled with scars from knife fights and chemical burns. A face with dull and lifeless eyes and yellow teeth rotting and stained. A poor kid with a face I had trouble looking at for a very long time, because it over whelmed my senses.
At a very young age my friend Deon saw what no one is ever supposed to see. He saw his parents get killed by his uncle... His uncle shot deons father in the head, and wounded his mother just long enough for Deon to hold her for a few moments until she passed away. The way Deon explains it is as follows. "I held my mother in my hands and prayed to god to save her. I was crying and my arms were covered with blood. My mother could barely speak and she was moaning from all the pain. I held her for as long as I could."
Now Deon walks through life very quiet and numb. At times I think his soul has just vanished and left his body to struggle on its own. But beneath his face and tortured soul, there is still a fire waiting to be rekindled. I have gotten to know Deon very well and at times I see some brightness radiate through his gloomy eyes. He might share a smile or even a laugh. I tried to give Deon love and a friend and things were going really well until a few days ago. Some of the other kids starting calling Deon ugly and disgusting and he just flipped and pulled a knife out. He tried to stab one of the smaller kids, and a volunteer who tried to sedate him.
That was the last time I ever saw Deon. He left with teary eyes and threw a brick in deviance that nearly hit someone. He has been known to be suicidal and some rumors are flying around that he has finally ended his life.
wow thats kinda cool you got to know him while you could.
"if all your friends jumped off a clif would you?" -my mom "i would if there was snow on it" -me
also love having to ask the chubby 14 year old girl with no self esteem how much she weighs.
hey, if you dnt wana tell me youre weight, i cant fit you into a real nice snowboard.-Albino
what was that one book with the fat kid and them being all stuck on an island? they were like 9 years old or something. had a conch shell too. i forget the name but that what this reminded me of.
lord of the flies?
The preceding message contained scenes not suitable for chidren. Parental discression was
that kinda bummed me out.
When the stress burns
my brain just like acid
rain drops Mary Jane is
the only thing that
makes my pain stop.
Africa: The place with dictators that actually were worth getting rid of. Unfortunately for them, they don't have any oil.
So it becomes,
Africa: The continent everyone loves to ignore.
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wait america, africans are getting killed by the hundreds of thousands. shouldnt we do something? oh whats that? there is no oil in those places, ohh right lets play in the sand.
damn dude thats a sad story, I felt like shit reading it.
africa is so fucked up, my mom used to work for prison fellowship and was gonna go their for work, then decided not to at the last minute. kinda glad she didnt cause her coworker immediately got shot at while taking the taxi away from the airport. fortunately none of the bullets him him though
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
smokin big killa
gettin high in the benz
there's plenty of fucking oil in africa.
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"thats sooooooo gay, and nice poe action..ive seen asains do a cleaner rail." - styl.tweakit$ commenting one of my broken grinds. How ironic.
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i dont think thats the point to this story
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yes oil was not the point of this story. i must say though there is alot of oil in africa and it has been nick named the black curse by many africans. It is controled by foreign interests and local figure heads of power. the wealth rarely trickles down to the ones that need it. when the world rids its self from oil it will rid itself from a great evil. - the point of this story is to give awake up call to how lucky we are to be able to ski and live in america.
Thats really meaningful man. A lot of people don't know about other parts of the world and their struggle. My sister lived in Africa for 3 months last summer helping out villages. Going down there changes your view on everything. Whole villages down there don't have a single piece of clothing while we complain about what 100 dollar hoodie should I get. I think if everyone could see what goes on down there we'd all be better people.
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I couldnt have said it better myself. the world is changing and we need soldiers.
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