May I be free or sold ?

 

To my Black Brothers and Sisters,

for whom, everyday is a combat against racial prejudice. Each one of you running from our kingdom, for the quest of freedom, education, fortune. When you stand in front of the ocean, reciting your hoping anthem “Shall I live or die”, you already put yourself in a compound situation. From there, you’re not master of your own destiny. Selling and treating like a merchandise by your own neighbor. I’m starting to believe the worst, even an iPhone is worth than our lives. This morning, I watched a documentary diffusing by CNN, “the Libyan selling black migrants in an auction sale.” This is another turning point in the history, we’re making a new one every generation. We as “black people” always have to fight for acceptance, freedom, education, respect. At the end of the day, we are simply fighting to be recognized as Human. Our ancestor have sadly fight but this is still our reality today. That’s why brothers and sisters, before leaving home; look around you. Look at what you’re leaving behind and answer my questions: from who or what are you running from ? ” Shall I live or die?” > “May I be free or sold?”.

I’m watching you.

I’m watching after you.

 

#Free-Migrants #Libya

 

@etoilesage -Adama Konate

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Silence knows you


Stay awake, well planted on your feet

Be present there, where you are

Look around you

Without putting a name, a state, a speech,

On what you perceive, nearby and in the neighborhood,

See light, shapes, people, colors

Removes error, judgments, odors,

Everything has a taste, and carries a rhyme

Meaning the presence that animates them

Even the object that seems useless

Everything has its interest

Everything has been created

In life, in love or pain

And even if you approach one day

Something that resembles conflicts

Who weighs you, who is heavy

Listen, sense the energy that flows

Even if you can not see it

And that seems ridiculous

Try a little bit

Do you really dive in?

In this strange, this ocean

Who pushes you forward

See what is hidden in detours

This might sound like a desire

A desire for life

Even in the confines of suffering,

The silence knows you

It is not very far from you

You will hear his voice

If you stop a little

Maybe you could see him,

Can be with your eyes

Then you will stay there, well planted on your feet

Look at him.

  • When I took my pen in hand, I had no idea of what to write about. But, I feel like writing something. So, I stayed silent for an hour and a half ruminating. Suddenly, I came with this imagination seeing myself talking to Mr. Silent. He stayed silent as if he knows every words I was going to say. We did not talk at all but we had a really great conversation, I learned from him that by ruminating we permit ourselves to be more open to things and also it is not what you see that count but what you perceive . Nowadays, the majority are people who like/dislike the title of the book without reading it. My poem has also a psychology meaning lol do not worry ”I’m not trying to get into your mind”. Allow silence to do that, trust me he will not say a word. He knows what privacy means, your secret will be safe with him. He is a dumb genius, who uses telepathy to communicate. He and I are good friends now. He gives me ideas, I write it down.

ADAMA KONATEĀ