11 de enero de 2008

I Want To Be a Pilot

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I Want To Be A Pilot

My name is Omondi

It means that when I was born

I woke up my mother

early in the morning.

I am twelve years old.

I live in Kibera

the biggest slum in East Africa.

My last meal

was on Sunday

today is Wednesday

I want to be a pilot

to fly very high,

far away from the ghetto

to a place

where kids have parents

that don't die of HIV

everyday

to a place far away

where guardians of orphan kids

cannot abuse us

everyday

to a place far away

where goats eat

things other than trash

to a place far away

where I am treated

as well as white people are.

I want to be a pilot

to wear a uniform

and fly very high

to a place far away

where I don't need

charity from distant lands

to a place far away

where white men in white coats

cannot test medicines on us

to a place far away

where the leaders we elected

stop filling their pockets

and start caring for us

to a place far away

where there are lots of school

books

so one day

I can fly

far away.

I want to be a pilot.

It must feel so good

to go places

where I can walk barefoot

on the green grass

where water is clean

with rivers and springs

where I can feel the sun

shining on me.

It must feel so good

to fly far away

to a place where I don't have

to dig through garbage

for metal scraps to sell

to a place where I have clothes to

wear

when it's cold and wet

to a place that when it rains

it doesn't smell so bad.

I want to be a pilot.

So I can fly very

very high

to take off

and land

where my dreams are

to a place far away

where God just loves me

and churches are just

the mountains

the trees

the rivers

Yes

My dream is to fly far away

to a place

where my suffering can end.

I want to be a pilot

to wear a uniform

to go places

where others are not afraid

to play with me

because I am HIV positive

where I can lead a simple life

where I can eat at least once a day

where there is a future.

I want to be a pilot

so I can fly

to a place far away

where my mum and dad

so they can hug me

so they can kiss me

so they can love me

so I can hug them

so I can kiss them

so I can love them

thank you.Diego Quemada-Diez, Kibera 2004


Kibera, Nairobi, Kenia

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2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Que Duro!, y yo creí que tenia problemas, Diego Quemeda es excelente le saco todo el jugo de una manera tan simple a ese barrio y expuso en el mapa un punto del Este de África que muchos no conocemos.

Very interesting, Good job Nieves
JSL
Corpus Christi, TX

P.D. Sabes algo de su libro de poesía?

nieves dijo...

He encontrado estas poesías en un blog http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=71594749
parece que son de él pero no podría asegurártelo.
Noticia sobre Diego y su cortometraje http://www.larepublica.com.pe/content/view/171349/632/

Un abrazo.