Brutal Realities

I've saved a picture on my desktop of 10 Nigerians who were butchered by their neighbors. Those killed were the sister, children and brother-in-law of a friend who I continue to communicate with. The picture I obtained is the photo my friend took of his family and posted it on Facebook after the deed was done. In sorrow and outrage he writes. "My sister and her four children were butchered in their sleep this night by fulani people in Fadan Karshi. Pray with us for i lack d words to describe it"


This is the second such incident I've encountered in the past year involving people I know. I wonder, "What is the world coming to?" Or perhaps, it is who I have made my friends. I grieve with my friends and gasp at the horror not many of the privileged need to grapple with. I save the terrible picture because I don't want to loose touch with the people on the other side of the world simply because they are on the other side. They are just as important as I am. And they deserve to be remembered. 


Here is a very moving speech by someone effected.

(Warning: It is quite graphic.)

Roll out the red carpet, stained with immigrant blood.

My dear husband has a cousin (brother) who was the bane of our existence during our wedding. He disappeared our flash drive with all our reception photos. He was a common thief. It was like he had the Midas touch only reversed: everything he touched turned to shit.

Some time back my husband told me that this very guy was hell bent on obtaining funds enough to go to Qatar. He asked everyone he knew for funds and when he didn't get them he strangely had an episode where he ended up in the hospital. Eventually he went to Qatar. My bets are on the fact that he got the money from his father who gave in to his antics after his episode.

Well, guess what is happening in Qatar. The world cup of 2022.

World Cup Scandals

Being a slave in Quatar

My husband is crazy about soccer. He is over the top. I told him to enjoy the games while remembering his brother. Was I bad for doing that?

I find it a bit surreal that my life has become connected to world events/human rights abuses.

Pray for the workers of World Cup 2022 and pray for their masters.