Hi…
I hope all of you are doing well…
A luxury I can’t live without,
Hmm,
it really got me thinking,
what are the luxuries that I own and use on a daily basis…
Then the question comes,
what are the things that you consider luxuries,
do you consider a car or a bike to be luxury,
or do you consider a laptop or a phone to be a luxury,
do you consider the roof over your head to be a luxury or
you consider all of the above things that are basic of the basic things…?
Where I’m from,
having a roof over your head is a luxury,
but,
having a car or a bike isn’t;
having a laptop or a phone isn’t a luxury,
but,
having enough money to eat daily is a luxury…
What do you think the division of power is?
when one side is dying to barely afford 3 meals,
and the other generate many times as waste,
One side doesn’t get even the basic of necessities,
like water and a place to bath and relieve themselves,
but,
The other has all of these things readily available at their disposal,
whenever they want to;
This type of thinking that sees a stark difference and is willing to make an observation,
and an effort to expose those who oppress and keep them in conditions similar,
even after working many times compared to others,
This becomes a luxury in my case,
As I see and try to make an effort to those who suffer unnecessarily,
by helping them,
those who want to be helped,
and show a genuine need and want to be helped,
to be pulled out of this cycle that their generations were trapped in…
A luxury that comes when a silent observant being,
sees and processes things differently,
when others,
they just go and lower their head or avert their eyes to not see,
all the wrong that goes on…
MAYBE YOUR LUXURY AND MY LUXURY DIFFERS VASTLY,
AND THAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US…!?
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
in hope a child,
from a family that isn’t well off,
imagines…;
A room,
an entire room full of toys,
as he stares into a passerby’s home,
a family that is loving and caring,
he imagines,
Is all of this his fault…?
Is this his fault,
being born,
born in a family that works so hard,
yet,
earns so little,
is this his fault…?
Is this dream of a room,
a room as big as his house,
in which four others live,
is this his fault…?
As he sees the crib,
in which the child probably sleeps,
as big as the broken and unkempt TV stand that we have,
which doesn’t even cover a third of the room,
Is all of this my fault…?
Being born in a family that’s ridden with debt,
a child,
another one,
that they brought into this world,
to curse,
to push into something,
that isn’t even remotely as close as living good,
where diseases are widespread and making past 10 is a blessing,
is,
is being born,
being born in these conditions,
in this situation,
my fault…?
“A blame no-one will take…”
Waakiye 