25 February 2019
Hole in the wall
Mama had a problem
Which is of financial
Took up the phone to make the call
London or New York should I call
Isn’t London cheaper to call?
Asked the old woman herself
As she believes to know western life
And remembers how money is pulled from the hole
The hole deep in the wall
She still recalls
Putting the cards
How could they put money in the wall
For every passing individual
Mom is thinking about the hole
And is now making the London call
Hello my son
How is your life?
How are the people around
The buses, the trains
And the one that goes underground
Is that supernatural or man made
Mom continued asking questions
When did they build those places
Where were we then in those times
She had questions with no answers
The young man who was worried
Asked his mom why she had called
Mom was so quick to remember
To ask her son what to send her
I need only some money son
Which I should get very soon
The son answered politely
Telling mama there was no money
Explaining the slow down in economy
That made mama so furious
As she knows there is a hole so generous.
Hole in the wall so generous.
So generous for bye passers.
Written in 2008
I was born and raised in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia; a country dubbed to be the cradle of mankind. I live in London, one of the greatest and cosmopolitan cities in the world. I love this amazing city. I also have seen beautiful cities in Africa, Europe, and North America. Thanking God for these great experiences in life. Professional wise, I am a Director of an organisation with extensive Community Organising experience. My job brings me in touch with people from across the world who relentlessly work hard to bring the kingdom of heaven on earth. People ready to change the world from ‘as it is’ to ‘as it should be’. I am concerned about the global refugee crisis. Many people across the world are persecuted for their religion, race, political belief, sexual orientation, and other reasons. It is disheartening to see fellow humans denied the right to a decent life. I hate it when some abuse others using their POWER. I also hate it when leaders cling onto power by force. Hence defending human rights is more than important for me. It is down to my generation to identify, train and coach the next generation of leaders and empower them with hope and love. The next generation deserves better.
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