Hope in a Coin Jar

Hot Saturday Caribbean afternoon. Dre, Russell and I are lounging on the patio in front of my apartment overlooking the sky-blue ocean. Dre is on his third blunt and his smoking like a chimney.
Russell checks the stake on the red-hot grill. This new kid called ‘Matisyahu’ is defecating seriously on the mic as songs from his new album, ‘Youth’, comes from the stereo in my living room.
Line after line, Matisyahu is killing me with his reggae, urban, hip-hop tempo laced with political innuendo. I’m feeling the CD and so are my friends. I could tell as we all bobbed our heads to the beat in unison.

And then came the line on one of his tracks titled ‘WP’ that interrupted my ignorance:

….welcome to the desert of my soul
You could stay if you like
There’s room for one more!
There’s room for one more-more!!

Righ then I recalled a string e-mail I received from a friend long ago. I know I didn’t delete the e-mail. I just never got around or cared to take a second look at it. But I know its there, somewhere in my inbox lost amidst love e-mails, bill notifications and chit-chats with friends.
Everybody have dreams of becoming famous, rich or a superstar. I too had a dream. I dreamt about being err-a poet.

By now, as the music kept playing, and I have slipped into day-dreaming. In my reverie, I saw myself upon an accounstic stage in a huge, I’m talking about a massive room with tens of thousands of people.

I was introduced by a baritone voice that came from the giant speaker mounted in the room:

…Ladies and gentlemen, be prepared to welcome
A man who has dazzled us with his poetic dexterity
A man who simple refers to himself as
‘A KING WITHOUT A CROWN’
I present to you IGO

The room erupts into a histerical roar and I waited and savored the ovation accorded to me.
Suddenly, a profound silence seized the room. Then a soft but powerful sound of a drum breaks the defning silence. As the drummer taps his hands on the African drums, the lights slowly dimmed. I was nervous with anxiety. As the drumbeat sinks further into the night, snippets of TV news anchors wizzed through the air and fades almost as quickly as they have come:

..breaking news today….3 million children have died …..hunger….war…poverty…disease….assasination attempt...riot..racism...blah...blah

I was more anxious. Suddenly, like a hole in the celing, a bright-light centered on me bringing with is a warmth feeling of confidence.
I could see nothing else but I could hear applause from every direction.

Today’s poem is incoherent-no lyrical arrangement. Just words from the heart. Just the truth.
You may not like it. After all, the truth is ugly. That’s why nobody likes the truth.

Listen, I’m about to unleash onto the mic:

Today, I celebrate the death of my ignorance,
Through the rebirth of my conscience, I give u the essence of my beginning
So many times, so so often we have seen or heard the news of children in dire situations
But we'll rather watch re-runs of American Next Top Model instead.

Instead of life,
Death in the form war, hunger, civil uncertainty and disease awaits them!
Today is the day death will reposes their lives
3 million of them!
Another 3 million will die tomorrow in a desert in Dafur Sudan
Another 11 million will go to bed hungary accross the world
5 million will be born into this world this year
3 million of them will be born into poverty and disease and war

Walmart made a record profit this year
how come the money is not getting to the needy?
Same goes to Microsoft and all the multi-billion international corporations.
What difference have you made?

While there seems to be no hope around the corner
My eyes have seen
Politicians in their constant state of scramble for the loots

My eyes have seen them plotting in the shadows of their corrupt minds
like constant gardeners
burying the hopes of these desperate children with false hopes

Empty promises puts the hopes of the needy upon flights of broken wings of lies

Let the world know that although I may sound corny when I say that while some people are ‘Living the life’,
Some are dying just to get the crumbs off the foot of their table

I am quick to delete this picture:

" PULITZER PRIZE " winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan famine.The picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.

That picture:


What about this one:

Have you seen this one:

....but I kept the photo of a superstar showing of his multi-million dollar home in my inbox.

My eyes have seen the wealthy pay millions of dollars for a scrap piece of painting but won’t donate a dime to charity to help needy children.

I’m finding it hard to see through the eyes of my mind
The reason why some people seek to make weapons to protect their country
while the real enemies:
Hunger, Disease and Poverty are within.

I am astounded to hear when some call themselves civilized.
Civilization, my brother, is accommodating everyone
no matter how small the oasis is.

Give a little
Sometimes it only takes the thought to make a difference

So before I leave the stage tonight,
My eyes have also seen the queens of my life:

DQueenB, Ib, Adaure, Nneka.

I challenge you to use spreed the knowledge through your blog. I want you to tag four people each to blog about world hunger. Share some helpful website for needy children.

Sometimes, it doesn’t take much to make a difference. Hope is only in that doing jar sitting in the corner of the room. It only takes the loose change in your coin jar to feed a hungry mouth.

Do you know it take $80 to feed a whole villege?
So GIVE A LITTLE!! If you soubt me, check some of these charity organizations out

World Vision

Christian Children Fund

Thanks for your time tonight!!