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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Haiti in all my dreams

I went to bed last night and I close my eyes I can hear the rhythm of the drum all the way up in the mountains and my people are singing and dancing with a genuine smile on their faces that I won’t trade for gold and diamond, and can’t buy for a million dollars. I can hear the sound of the rivers flowing down to harmonize with the swing of the leaves which stimulate peace of mind and the freedom of being at home. My friends and I find immense pleasure in throwing rocks on mangoes trees until our arm are tired and our bellies are full with the pure mango juice , after we run to the pitch which constitute of any empty flat land to play football all day just for the prize of having real fun. I woke up in the middle of the night with a powerful joy that can mend the trouble of my land, and then I realized it was just a dream of my childhood in my beloved country.

I went back to bed with nostalgia and an unbearable pain in my soul, I close my eyes and I fall asleep I can hear again the drum is beaten but on a different tempo this time, on the streets of every corners from North to South and East and West, my people are running and singing in fury with hurtful soul for the drying rivers and the dying trees that no longer provide shade under the sun and no long nourish the soil. My folks are screaming for the hungry kids, and the helpless mothers and fathers that can’t send their children to school. The mountains are cold and lonely when it rains and burn during the hot sunny day, the peace of mind is gone and my people are fleeing to the USA and Canada among many places, but with the difference they are not going home, even if they could afford to buy a mansion they will not still be at home, despite modern technology; cell phone to call home, YouTube and facebook to post the images of January 12, 2010 there still plenty of empty spot inside of every Haitian living abroad and at home a big hole of hopelessness is digging inside of those who have no option and those who choose to stay. I woke up again wet with sweat and tired from this nightmare, and I realize it was the dream of my country misery for a very long time of tyranny, filthy politics, and fake activist that sell their soul to the devil to execute evil plan against their own brothers and sisters.

This time I change the sheet and the pillowcases on my bed, and I even change the bed position. I kneel down and say a prayer for a better dream, and then I went back to bed and close my eyes and fall asleep. I can hear a synchronize sound playing from a short distance I walk over and see a million people dress in white come together with acoustic and electric guitar , piano, “TCHA-TCHA” and other local instruments, all of them are following the lead of the famous Haitian drum that we call it “TAMBOU”. This important event is taking place at BWA KAYIMAN, but this time to announce a new and pacific revolution to restore Haiti, with school for all Haitian children, with irrigation so Haitian cultivators can start produce food to eradicate hunger across the land, with modern hospitals all over so a lot of people don’t lose their lives again in such event like the one that stroke on January 12, 2010. They are singing to call upon a new form of government that administer in transparency, they are singing to connect with the spirit of those who live oversees to comeback to help rebuild the nation, they light up a candle for every Haitian that passed away in hardship and send a clear message to the evil soul to let them know the torch of freedom and unity will burn all the injustices they have done to Haiti. After the ceremony is over at 5:00 O'clock in the morning they take street with brooms to clean the dust of imported and forcing democracy, water to wash away the blood of the innocent children, and final stage each person use basil leaves in a container with water and 7 slices of lime to sanitize and bring a fresh air in every front doors. This time I wake up and get up with a smile on my face and this is the beginning of a hopeful dream for my country Haiti.
Hadriana Dans Tous Mes Reves (Collection Folio) (French Edition) Anthologie personnelle: Poesie (French Edition)

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