By: Beni Dya Mbaxi
Luanda-Angola
Worth Noting:
- I grew up in a totally dangerous neighborhood, on one of the curves in the municipality of Cazenga, in Luanda, Angola.
- But, in this place, I met those who today I consider my great friends, I come from a place where a neighbor can take the place of your father, I learned that poverty can also make people familiar, we are equal, poverty made us utopians, we dream every day of the best days, when I speak of better days, but transforming our MUSSEQUE into a place full of fantasy, our neighborhood is also our MOTHER, some of her children have already left, some they are still here talking about her to the corners of the world, and one of them is me…
When we are born, the cry of our little cries, are the first signs of life, then comes the arms of our mothers, the first words of relief, their smiles with dry tears, and then the reassurance of the doctors.
When we are silent, we realize that we are in a completely different place, but very close to someone, who has known us since our first moments of our little lives, we were the internal homes of our mothers, and after being in the world, we became the outside our mothers´homes, we are the freshmen of the world.
And when we got home, we noticed another strange place, but the good thing is that by our sides, we have the one who has known us since we were very young, then we get to know another place, which for many is a world, and I am one of those, my neighborhood is my world.
I grew up in a totally dangerous neighborhood, on one of the curves in the municipality of Cazenga, in Luanda, Angola.
But, in this place, I met those who today I consider my great friends, I come from a place where a neighbor can take the place of your father, I learned that poverty can also make people familiar, we are equal, poverty made us utopians, we dream every day of the best days, when I speak of better days, but transforming our MUSSEQUE into a place full of fantasy, our neighborhood is also our MOTHER, some of her children have already left, some they are still here talking about her to the corners of the world, and one of them is me…
A boy´s world is his neighborhood, it´s where he learns his first contact with play, it´s the place where he makes his first friends, adventures are endless, once, an old man told me that if he could, he´d go back to being a girl, As a child, even today, he does not see the logic of being an old man, if he were to choose a phase in his life, it would be his childhood, he said that his friendship was true, he remembered his first time touching a soccer ball, the first time he fought with his friend, for him childhood is a school, you learn to know how the world works.
The old man ended his speech by saying “ The world is the neighborhood”, he also said that after leaving our mother wombs, only the neighborhood welcomes you and teaches you what the world is like.
I gree with the old man, for me, my MUSSEQUE is the best place, just yesterday, I remembered my childhood friends, our endless games, and many of many friends are still close to me, and others have left without saying goodbye. This is very painful! I miss them, I believe that our MUSSEQUE also miss everyone and everything.
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