Just one reason WHY I am no longer at ease

I usually send messages with my friends in England, Ghana and Nigeria and i found that we do not just discuss mundane things. We tend to have heated arguments that are not only poignant but relevant today. i find that in my interaction with them, there is a deep dissatisfaction with the things I see around me. I told my professor i was going to start blogging and he asked me about what? i told him that I need to talk because I was no longer at ease. He said so all you are going to do is talk? That is not all I am going to do. Maybe I can create a greater awareness not just to be aware but to try to help to make a change in our own little corners. This might become drowned out by the other idealist hopefuls out there who dream of a better world where there is no more pain or suffering or tears. I have no such illusions. What I have is a determination to start in my own corner.

I am now obsessed with modern day slavery, it is very serious in America. You go to big Naija mans house and he has a house girl from Nigeria in the house. He told her parents he will send her to school in America and take care of her, but she doesn’t go to school, she is the house girl, she is here illegally cos she has overstayed her visitors visa, she can’t get help, she is trapped. I have seen many like that in America not only form Africa some Mexican, at least they are not sex slaves like the Asians and the kids from Cambodia. The people who are slaves have no escape. They don’t know who to turn to becos they don’t even know the environment they are in. the live in the basements of these houses, are sometime beaten, raped, accused of trying to steal madams husband. I know many people think it shouldn’t be a big deal becos it is America how can u not escape but i can only explain well if I am talking. Typing what I mean will not capture the essence of this. i have met people who lied to their relatives that they will take care of their kids and then make them their personal slaves. it is pathetic. Even in Nigeria, I did not lie that we had house helps. Even though we did not treat them badly, there were times they were beaten or punished cos they broke plate or stole or lied or were accused of witchcraft. It bothers me that people are so unkind to each other. Not to say that I am such a kind person but I am emotional so I tend to make room to understand people’s actions. Many behaviors are as a result of a person’s history, experiences, hurts, betrayals; we can’t fault them too much for that. I do know that at the end of the day, we are responsible for our actions but maybe we can be more lenient sometimes on people who are just trying to survive so that does not include rapists, murderers and pedophiles. I mean petty child thieves, people who stole food to feed their children, people who make terrible choices becos it was the less of two evils…. I don’t know I really wish that a change can come, that people don’t have to feel hurt or at least when they are hurt know how to deal with it. In Nigerian society it is so normal to not talk abt stuff to stand by and take abuse from pour parents, teachers, in-laws, and the government. WHY WHY WHY I am not happy at all… there is too much pain, too much that I feel that the weight and pain of the world is crushing Atlas, and he is bending over more and more becos the weight is so much. I wonder what would happen if ATLAS shrugged….. What can be done abt pain that people inflict on each other? Can human suffering be alleviated if we used each day to be less mean, less bitter, more helpful, less suspicious, less critical, and more righteous, more kind? I am no longer at ease o!!!! kai!