Why exactly? Because Johan Shah whatever his other names are ask me to do so.
I said give me a topic and I shall write. And the topic, I don't know why, is regarding children in Africa.
Maybe he read about Africa, or Jacob Zuma's visit to UK or Angelina Jolie wanting to adopt again.
I don't know what he read, but it must have triggered him to ask me to write this.
Every time someone doesn't eat finish his/her food, someone will most probably say, hey, think of the children in Africa.
But before I go on, let me correct everyone who ever said that sentence. Africa, is a continent. Not a country. Many people get that confused and assume that the whole of Africa is in poverty with majority of the population having AIDS.
That is not true. South Africa is not a poor country. In fact, it is quite rich. It is a place filled with many fair skin people actually and for goodness sake, the world cup is being held there.
Do you actually think the world cup will be held at a country with most houses being made out of sun dried mud?
See the country at the bottom? That's south Africa.
So to actually be more accurate, people should say, Think bout the people in EAST Africa.
Anyways, back to the children.
People know that the children there live a very hard life.
But that's all they know, they do not know it in detail.
They do not know exactly how bad and sad and torturous their lives are liviing there.
On the point of food,
Do you know that chicken is considered luxury food there?
And after so you still gotta kill it yourself and pluck the feathers out.
Their daily food consist on green bananas and some thing call Posho made from corn flour. Daily, they have to to and buy a plastic sack of milk and it has to be bought and drank immediately or else it will go bad.
Here, chicken is a daily meal and only endangered animals are known as luxury food. And even that we sometimes waste it still. :(
Imagining grabbing this and killing it and plucking it!
Do you know that 20% of African children do not even get to live pass the age of 6?
And here we have all the emo people lying around cutting themselves going, I wanna die. I don't wanna live. Why? Cause my girlfriend dump me.
The children in Africa want to live but they do not get the chance and here you see people jumping off buildings and overdosing on sleeping pills.
Next time, think of the children who wants a life while you are so willingly giving it away to the road 29 floors below.
By the way, you do not go to heaven. You go to hell. And it's illegal to commit suicide so if you phail to die, you get charged. And if you do die, your property gets seized if I'm not mistaken. Then what about the people in your will who gets your property? They will be left homeless.
Do you know that school is expensive there?
Even when a new law has been passed in Uganda giving children free education for primary, many still do not go to school.
This is because the mother has to pay the teacher extra just so that her son can sit at the front of the class and pay another extra to make the teacher mark the son's papers?
And here we are complaining about going to school. A school that has fans in classrooms, air conditioning and a sports centre for our leisure.
Imagining yourself in a classroom with about a 100 students with probably no fans and then start to think whether you wanna complain.
Okay. Our school don't look exactly like this. But you get the idea.
The only way to get out of the slums is to get an education, which is not very easy here or be like your Aunt Maria who goes around making friends with the rich white men around in hopes of them taking you in as a live in girlfriend.
Basically, life in East Africa isn't good. It isn't enjoyable. It isn't fun. Life there basically is terrible. Young girls get gang rape, children die, children get infected by Malaria which is the number one killer in East Africa.
Life there sucks.
So next time before you want to complain, think, there is always someone else way worse than you.
It's 2 :05 am now.
I hope you enjoy this Johan.
You've read Rachel.
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