Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Oppression in Sub-Saharan Africa's Slums by Liv Przydzial

Oppression in Sub-Saharan Africa's Slums
by Liv Przydzial

Imagine, that in this world,
Millions upon millions live in 
constant, 
unrelenting,
gripping 

fear.

Fear of losing their homes,
if one could venture to give such primal dwellings a name.
Five to a room is considered lucky,
even luckier if that room had a scavenged, makeshift roof to protect from the elements.
Such rooms were arranged nearly on top of one another,
in an overcrowded, Ghetto-like arrangement.

Fear of disease,
from each other and from neighbors.
Entire families, even blocks, wiped out by diseases,
in the span of only a few days.
A flavorful palette of pathogens,
run rampant through the cities.
Those infected,
dead within a week.

Fear of not finding water,
in which many thousands die each day from dehydration.
No water was to be found here,
not a single drop.
And if happened to be water,
it was far, oh so far,
from being up to drinking standards.
One either died from thirst or from water-borne illnesses,
there was no in-between.

And such fears, only a few from the endless list,
continue to ravage the continent.
Millions of people struggle to survive,
fighting to live while seemingly,
the whole world was against them.




And to say that the world was against them,
may be a stretch,
but maybe not to such a dramatic degree:
the rest of the world turned its back on these millions upon millions,
leaving them helpless and unheard.



In blissful ignorance,
the rest of the world watches.
as more and more of Africa's urbanized poor
fall into the inescapable trap, that many refer to as 'slums.'




Context:
“While its [sub-Saharan Africa’s] total population has multiplied by 2.5 over the past 30 years, its urban population has multiplied by five,” from the report, Urban Planning and Environment in Sub-Saharan Africa, from the Africa Technical Department Environmentally Sustainable Development Division, confirms the mass migration of people to sub-Saharan Africa (SSA)’s cities from more rural areas. In such cities, a massive 72%, nearly three-quarters, of the urban population resides in slums, as revealed by the State of World Population 2007 UN Population Fund report, which further commented, “In sub-Saharan Africa, urbanization has become virtually synonymous with slum growth.” Home to two of the world’s largest slums, South Africa’s Khayelitsha (400,000 residents) and Kenya’s Kibera (700,000 residents), SSA’s rapid urbanization and slum growth have become a significant, urgent issue. The United Nations defines a slum household as one that lacks one or more of the following: protection against extreme weather, no more than three people per room, access to safe water, sanitation (private/public toilet shared by a sensible number of people), and security of tenure (legal rights to property). The UN-HABITAT State of the World’s Cities 2006/7 report also remarked that “...Sub-Saharan Africa’s slums are the most deprived; over 80 percent of the region’s slum households have one or two shelter deprivations, but almost half suffer from at least two shelter deprivations,” illustrating just how deprived sub-Saharan Africa’s slum living conditions are. The article “Towards Africa Cities Without Slums” from the magazine, African Renewal, published by the United Nations, further discusses how the critical living conditions of slums promote the spread of diseases. “The lack of adequate sanitation, potable water, and electricity, in addition to substandard housing and overcrowding, aggravates the spread of diseases and avoidable deaths, according to a recent report of the International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies.” The crucially oppressive slums of sub-Saharan Africa bear hefty implications, such as encouraging the spread of diseases and implicating low life expectancy rates and low fertility rates. If action is not taken to gain control over the growth of the slum population (via urbanization), sub-Saharan cities will remain largely impoverished in severe living conditions, ultimately stunting the region’s growth as a whole in long-run.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

My Journey With Confidence-- by, Jenna Marie

I've put this blog post off for a very long time, because I had no idea what to write. I didn't want to be cliche with this topic of what's important to me, and coming up with an original idea was harder than I had anticipated. This was a chance for my peers to perhaps get to know me better. I dabbled in the ideas of music, or sports... maybe even success and its role in my life. But I knew that using any one idea wouldn't do the theme justice. I'm greater than a sum of my parts, and I wanted to catch a bit of my being. Sure, each thing I listed above has significance in my life. In fact, I wouldn't be who I am today without each and every one of them. But, I've come to realize that the people that I meet don't really understand who I am, or what I do. For example, my music teacher only sees how well I play the violin, not how fast I can run up a field. Or take my coaches. They certainly know how well I play, possibly my weak points in my game, but they don't know how I fair in school. Even fellow students only see this shy, tiny girl who is smart and, possibly to some, an obnoxious show off. So with this in mind, I decided that what's important to me isn't some specific topic, but to get who I really am across so that I am no longer misjudged. However, the idea of going over all that I do seemed a bit obnoxious so I'll spare you. Instead I'll focus on what's held me back, self-doubt, and how I've begun to deal with it.

I've always lacked a faith in my abilities. Since as long as I can remember, I always questioned whether I was right, whether I belonged. This could be due to a number of factors dealing with more personal reasons, but I believe the biggest one is my need for perfection, especially in instances of competition. No matter how well I would perform a movement in a concerto, how well I executed a pass, how well I did on a test, I could never get this feeling out of my had that it just wasn't good enough. I could do better was fine, but it soon became should have done better, which became why can't I do anything right. Thinking back on it, it's silly that I forced my beliefs onto others without their saying a single word against my abilities, but so it was, and it really was a doozy on the good ol' self confidence.  It got to the point that every time I got onto the field, or the court, or on the stage, my palms would sweat profusely and I'd begin to overthink. Joy was lost, because of my lack of confidence.

As a kid raised as a competitor, I knew a lack in confidence meant hesitation, and hesitation meant choking. Believe me I've heard many a time that I've got to go out there "cocky and play loose" (quote courtesy of my dad), but easier said than done. Especially when I know I can't get arrogant and make stupid mistakes. I have to be realistic after all. There's no room for idiocy when I'm on the field or playing a solo. At least that's what I told myself. And it really held me back. I realize that now, and with that realization came a change in mentality. Now every time I go out onto that field, I go over in my head that I belong. That I'm better than they know, because I've worked for it. I've really worked hard. Maybe I'm not the best, but I will contribute. Now I don't hesitate to call for the ball. I don't dread every minute I'm out on the field. Gone is the fear of failure, and it is replaced with a thirst for success. Perhaps this makes me arrogant, but I don't really care because for once I remember why I loved the activities I take part in now. I have fun again. And that's all I need to know that I made the right choice. To know that I beat self-doubt.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Quite Abstract by Liv Przydzial

Quite Abstract 
by Liv Przydzial 

At first, panic. 

At first, stupid. 

At first, freedom. 

At first, dangerous


And now? 
Merely abstract. 


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Oh, friendly darkness. 
Suffocate me. 
Swallow me. 
Dissolve me. 

Hide me from myself, 
from this world. 
From reality. 

Let me flow with the wind, 
a million particles racing, 
racing, 
racing, 
racing, 
to their ends and onward, 
back to their beginnings. 

Let me discover myself amongst the silence. 
Oh, heavy, wonderful, endless s t i l l n e s s, 
Heavier than the fog we could only taste. 
Thicker than the newborn, impenetrable army 
of saplings that brush by us. 

We. Us. 
We? Us? 

'Twas anything but still. 
Shadows in every corner, 
Watching, lurking, waiting, 
Waiting. 
Waiting. 
Waiting. 
Waiting, but for what? 

For me to let down my guard. 
I am less than alone, 
but far from it at the same time. 

Fear. 
Fear what? 
Fearing the shadows was like fearing oneself. 
Fear who? 
I'm alone; myself? 
The only thing to fear, 
was fear itself. 

Not a leaf swished. 
Not a branch snapped. 
Not a drop dripped. 

Dead stop. 

This was far enough. 
Was it ever far enough, though? 
A leaf swishes. 
A branch,
snaps
A drop - 

Wait. 
Hush, mind. 
Who's there? 
What's there? 
Why? 

And it all comes back in a blur: 

Cover your left eye with your hand, and stare at the flame. Stare at it for a while. Hush, hush. Now blow it out, and uncover your eye. Look across from you. Can you see them? 

Yes, we can see them. 

Now, before it wears off, stare at their heads. Command your focus. Control it. What happened? 

Their heads, di- disappeared? 

Yes. It's easy to hide, but hard to be found. Quite abstract. 


I have a match. 
But I don't want to be found, 
more than I want to know what I'll find. 

I know what I fear. 
I know how to lie to myself, too. 
But here, 
but now, 
alone, 
what I know doesn't matter. 

'I' is a liar. 
A thief. 
'I' thinks 'I' am smart enough to believe 'my' own lies. 
Well, 'I' was wrong. 

Right here, 
right now, 
the fear lies in remembering, 
in losing myself, 
in my 'dreams', 
in my flaws, 
in too much, or too little, or just right, 
in being reckless, in being perfect, 

in myself. 

I was fine. That's just what the darkness does to you. Quite abstract. 

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