The little story
Today, I will post a little story, made up by myself:
all in the african english dialect
Once ago, I was a little boy in Ethiopia, I went to school, loved my parents and life was nice. In the following years, my parents lost their jobs, and I couldn’t go to school anymore. Then, when I was about twelve years old, they said to me: “Akele, you have to leave us now, because we can’t pay your food, and here, you’re gonna die”. These words were so unbelievable hard to me, but what should I do? A few days later, I left my hometown. I had no aim, no plan were to go, so I always went southside and quickly met other childs. We got friends and I accompanied them on their way. So after many, many weeks and a real struggle with life, we reached a refugee camp in Kenya. In the first days, everything was fine, we had something to eat and could drink more than on our travel. But after a few days, we all were brought to a medical check about AIDS. I was standing strong there with my friends and waited up to my turn. Everyone who came out sad, yeah, I don’t have AIDS, then it was my turn. The doctor(he was a north-european) asked me where I come from, and other unimportant questions. Then, he made the AIDS test and it was positive, so I was extremly sad and asked my why. Why god? Why???? Later, I returned to my friends and we talked about the AIDS test. Gukia asked me: “Mine was negative and yours?”. I thought, no, no, I don’t want to answer, but I couldn’t react quickly enough and said, it was positive. So I’m infected with AIDS.
Following, she watched me and told it to the others, playing football. I asked wheather I can play with them, but today, they refused me. I asked me why, why??? They answered: “No, you’ll never play with us again. You’re infected and we won’t infect ourselfs too!”. I was absolutely depressed and mad about my friends, because I learnt in school a few years ago, that you can’t spread AIDS with your words. But they think it. And many others also think it. A few days later, I got ill and lonely, and died because of a broken heart.
So, we should explain the reasons of spreading to others and help infected people. And the ending? It’s sad, I’m sorry, but I hope you learned a bit from this story….
Sad but true
I hope many will read this & think about…
danke dir! Ist mir auf dem Schulweg eingefallen!
Moving tale, Xandi, and sadly true. However, only true to the ignorant people of this world. We have to ask ourselves, if enough positive teaching is being done.
thanks Val! I just meant teaching to the developping countries, and some people here
THis is so sad story but this is the reality too! And I think you did great by posting this. Especially all young people should learn everything about AIDS… Thank you dear Xandi, have a nice weekend, with my love, nia
thank you Nia!!
Xandi, knowledge and understanding are important but we need to respond with compassion. Thank you for sharing!
thanks Roberta!!
a story with such a strong message. It’s very true that there are people who are ignorant – just because they are not made aware of the condition. If only the authorities took time and effort to raise awareness. If only people themselved were willing to ask and learn. For surely, the kid in the story had already learned about AIDS in school. If only the newly made friends listened to the kid …
And my goodness, for irresponsible parents. There are many like them. Some just keep bringing more and more children into this world without really thinking about how to look after them. Some say “The God who created us will provide for the children the God gives us” … pretty sad it is.
thanks for this great comment Amira!!
Oh combien vrai !!! L’ignorance, la peur, sont tant de vecteurs de haine, d’incompréhension, d’intolérance !!!
merci Arielle!!
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Your story shows how important education is….how to plan for a future, how to plan parenthood, how to precent disease and how to understand how diseases are spread. Much more to learn, everywhere
yeah, so much thanks!!
Thank you for this moving story.
thanks for reading!!!
Thanks – a moving story….
thanks!
Good first story. Important subject.
thank you
Sometimes it’s easier to die with a broken heart than a disease ..
Good to know that there are young people like you who, through a story about social exclusion, tries to bring people together. Congratulations to your great story!
thanks Marília, this is a great praise!
This is really sad, but the saddest thing is people’s ignorance about lots of things!
thanks Kristina!!
You have told a very important story here. It is captivating and truly written from the heart, which is where the best writing comes from. I didn’t know you were also a writer Xandi.
Oh and I love the design of your new logo/gravitar and main pic. Did you design it?
thanks Jackie! And actually don’t write often but sometimes I’ve a story in my head….
And I designed the new gravatar by my own
wow ! and this doesn´t have anything in common with this online game ^^ i´m really astonished
thanks Zdenko