Hello,
My name is Kouassi Aya Florence and I am Ivorian; I was born in 24 th Mars 1990. I live of course in Côte d'Ivoire . I write to you so that you can understand and make comprehensible in the whole world the consequences of a war. I am the elder one of a family today in the process of disappearance. My parents, my brothers and my grand parents died during the war which has occurred in Ivory Coast in 2002. By the grace of God, my small sister and i remained in life; we survived several tests which are far from being easy to support until today. My father was currently a fanatic of the political party to the capacity; at the beginning of the war some people were gone at our home one night and took along our two parents and my two brothers. My mother at the time of the intrusion of the murderers had the idea to hide us, my small sister and i, at the bottom of an old case out of wooden in the back court of our house. We thus remained lying during several hours before leaving. The house was empty; more nobody. We thus remained locked up; the hunger clutched us without forgetting thirst, because there was neither water nor electricity. The shootings of the shells and the kalachnikov continued to resound outside. Until today, we do not know where our parents and our brothers are. Despite everything this misfortune, we succeeded in surviving and I believe well that it is by the grace of God. Today my small sister and i are confronted with enormous social and humane difficulties.
We lived at a woman who had collected us and had lodged us in 2003; but the everyday life with the latter was far from being pink as opposed to what it had presented to us at the beginning. We managed to eat with difficulty and we were confronted with several drudgeries. We slept late and we awoke early the morning to make the detergent, the crockery, to clean the house. With this type of slavery of the third millennium we complained near the police force, but that had not been favourable for us; quite to the contrary the things did nothing but worsen. I was delivered to the prostitution and the vice; the woman made me sleep with men in order to give us to eat only the evenings and she made me take drugs in order to resist the pains, tiredness and the sleep.
It was horrible!!!
It was necessary to subject to the whims these people to gain only bread or water for our daily toilet. We thus fled one day, to take refuge in a church. Pasteur had accommodated us with difficulty, but finally accepted us. But the problem is that Pasteur is seriously sick and is closed to death. Interned in a hospital for now two months, he has not eaten any more; he does not hear any more and is almost blind. His wife is all the time with him and show us times to be at the base of the misfortune of her husband. She treats us even of witch. My small sister is sick and I do not have the means of making it look after. Our benefactor is with the anguish and cannot come to our help. Some times it is a brother of the church which gives us coins in order to buy to eat; because his-self being in misery, he makes the effort help us. But this help proves almost null. Sometimes, I start to beg near faithful or other persons in charge for the church to have coins only to buy food. But they are reticent and sometimes look at me with an air of dislike. I have sometime asked to work like nanny or maidservant; I did not have any favourable continuation.
The sky falls down our heads. We are perhaps cursed; at all events that formed part of our destiny. I only find myself with my sister without support.
In the hunger, the suffering and the disease. I thus launch this message so that the people who are likely to help me by some manners that they are make it. I thus launch a message of help to all those who will be able to read this message.
Help us to leave there, living a normal life. My small sister is sick and I do not want to lose her. She is my only family which remains to me. I do not know with whom to entrust my future; I give it between the hands of God and yours. I beg you.
Have pity! Give us chance to be able one day to find the joy in life. We do not have anybody any more towards whom to turn.
I await your response impatiently and that God blesses you abundantly!!
2007-07-06
04:29:23
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