I AM HOMELESS IN MY HOMELAND

Beltivate
Posted February 15, 2019 from Cameroon
I am homeless in my Homeland
As fresh and green as the grass which surrounds me, is a future I dream where all my wishes, desires and aspirations will become reality.

It is very sad that many women in the North West and South West Regions of Cameroon live with constant fear of attack in the place they should feel the safest. Yet, sympathy is too often shown to their perpetuators instead of the victim. Indeed, some cannot bring themselves to believe that a citizen who appears to be an upstanding one will batter the other and at the end render them homeless, some orphans and some in frustration thinking with fear of the life they live.

I am homeless in my homeland. It all started like a joke when the crowd ran on the streets like goats and the men in boots (perpetuators) followed like dogs and I watched and laughed, for it looked like a street drama. Now I know not how to smile because my love ones are now memories and me homeless. My home has turned to ashes, the land is stained by the blood of my love ones and waters are too salty because they are filled with my own tears. I miss the sound of laughter, for all I hear is the “corn they pop” (I mean gun shots) on the streets. Tears can’t stop flowing from my eyes for I am homeless in my own homeland.

I am homeless in my homeland, the fear of me living in the bush day and night has pierced my heart and the thought of what I eat, what I wear and how protected I am leaves me in fear. We do need spaces as women to evolve, to make the world a better place and to realize the vision and dreams for women empowerment. This can only be done in a peaceful environment where battery against women is not possible.

I am homeless in my homeland, left alone in isolation and destitution. What a wicked world full of evil, violence, insults, torture and above all battery perpetuated on the women. I watch every day in pain and suffering as opportunities to change my society pass me by. How I wish I could turn the hands of time thus the saying “if all wishes were commands”. I watch my future and society crumbling before my eyes, but no voice, no strength and energy to do anything.

I am homeless in my homeland, watching my friends go to school and working makes me jealous. I feel like killing myself, but God’s word gives me hope to keep trusting Him for He is a God of possibilities. My destiny which God reserved for me has been thwarted and altered by the evils and manipulation of man. In this destitute situation one phrase consoles me “With God all things are possible”.

As fresh and green as the grass which surrounds me, is a future I dream where all my wishes, desires and aspirations will become reality. 

 

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jlanghus
Feb 16
Feb 16

Hi Beltivate,

I'm sooo sorry to hear that you are homeless now, dear:-( Please reach out to someone if you are contemplating suicide, dear. Do you have anyone to talk to?

I know it may seem difficult to believe now but what if what you're enduring is part of your destiny? And, yes, all things are possible. Always. It's a good way to look at it, and I love your future dream and vision. I hope you will will have those greener pastures soon, dear.

You may want to consider submitting this story for the "World Free of Violence" story award, too, as it applies to that award:
https://www.worldpulse.com/en/voices-rising/story-awards/89332. Good luck with your story submission.

And, do take care, dear. We are all here for you, and rooting for you!

Beltivate
Feb 17
Feb 17

Don't know when I can reach to access the computer,thank you dear sister,soon I get there I will submit under that topic,thank you sis

jlanghus
Feb 17
Feb 17

You're welcome, dear.

Hope you are fine and safe...

Ngala Nadege
Feb 22
Feb 22

Hello Beltivate,
Its really bad dear. Our home now turned to a battle field ,and yet no one cares but God alone. Thanks for sharing our plights.