I’m so tired of this nonsense. I can’t stop this school from wearing me down. I’m not even a full teacher in this place. I have to get out of here.
I’m exhausted. But life is far more difficult than this for so many other people. I can’t stand the simple problems of my life because I am not well.
I am watching avideo about the famine in Malawi in the last decade. The emaciated, the sun-baked, the hopeless…
People let the prices of seed and fertilizer go sky high, and the farmers couldn’t grow anything.
I’d have died as a child there.
Perhaps, that is best. People like me don’t have to go around pretending that we are living a full life–we don’t get that life in Malawi. We don’t make it past our mother’s laps. Children like me die and leave the world to the stronger.
There are always thousands of suffering people in these countries, and they work hard. There are always only a few evil people making their lives miserable. You don’t need to “empower” them or “motivate” them. You just need to give them the seeds and good land and fertilizer they need. But here…
Here people like me live off scholarships and loans just to learn how not to starve to death.
I should have died years ago.