VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON THREE
EPISODE 15
We both sat on the be-d, and I began my story.
Ike, I now believe that, God has a reason for everything.
I have always wanted to be the mouthpiece for the poor, because I am personally poor.
Unfortunately, the environment I found myself was not conducive enough to achieve my aim.
I was criticized, intimid@t£d, humiliated, insulted and rejected in my own home for possessing a mind to help the helpless.
Ike, look at the number of illiterates we have in this country. Look at the number of street children available on our various streets.
People lack common food to the stomach, yet, there are people occu-pying high positions in this country wasting money unnecessarily.
Robbery cases are on the increase. Blood money has gained grounds, all because, people are forcing to live.
I thought throu-gh all these, and drew a personal plan that will help solve most of these problems we have in this country.
Creating jobs, encouraging people with agricultural equipments, providing the street children with at least shelter, introducing educational policies to benefit those who cannot afford it, and finally, training illiterates on craft work to help them make earns meat.
These among others are what I suggested to my perceived father, the president.
Instead of reasoning with me, he told me point blank that, he can’t think of this nation and leave his family.
He told me that, he contested as a President to make sure his family survives. In a nutshell, my father’s aim for this nation is to use the resources to his personal advantage.
I opposed it. I frowned at it. It hurt me de-eply to see how politicians make a fool out of voters.
They queue in the scorching sun to vote for people to win power, and when they do, they use the power to intimid@t£ and look down on them.
Whiles fighting for the right of the citizens of this nation, my brother was violating people’s rights to live, by ganging with as-sas-sins to take away the lives of innocent poor people.
Whiles fighting for the rights of the citizens of this nation, my sister was busily peddling drugs to and from the country as well as murdering women who were barrier to her fornication attitude.
Whiles fighting for the rights of the citizens of this nation throu-gh sleepless nights, my mother was busily slee-ping with almost all the ministers, instead of acting as a mother to the orphans in the country.
And to add to the pain of voters, my father the president, was busy murdering the wives of his ministers for reasons on this tape we are about to watch.
Ike, I couldn’t stand the pain, I screamed so loud in agony with my shrill voice to pave a better way for the poor, but what did I get? My own family threw me out on the streets to suffer.
What they forgot was that, there is victory at the end of every struggle that involves our God Almighty.
I struggled throu-gh thick and thin on the streets, and I faced more reality than I thought.
The strong was ri-ding on the weakness of the oppressed, to become rich.
A hospital that was supposed to save lives, was rather taking away lives in the name of money.
When I tried to intervene, I nearly got caught, and I was finally dismissed.
Ike, I vowed to bounce back to fight with all my strength.
I nee-ded help, I nee-ded knowledge in law to fight for justice, hence, my enrollment in the university.
God being so good, he has added a shoulder, that will prevent me from getting tired, and that is you!
Ike, this is the evidence I nee-ded to back my claims in the presidency, but unfortunately, I don’t have evidence against the hospital, and I lost the evidence against my sister doing drugs and murdering the wife of an ex security guard in my home.
Help me Ike, help me fight to win.
Whoever wishes to help, can do so, but for now, it is you and I. I narrated.
Immediately I landed with my narration, a voice responded from outside.
No Brenda, it isn’t the two of you alone, I vow to be p@rt.
Who could this be? My heart began to pound out from my che-st.
END OF SEASON THREE…