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Po niszczycielskich trzęsieniach ziemi, które wstrząsnęły Wenezuelą, obraz zaczął krążyć po świecie. Pośród gór betonu, kurzu i ciszy ratownicy znaleźli scenę, która poruszyła nawet najsilniejszych.
Pod szczątkami zawalonej struktury pozostał pies półkrwi. Nie szczekał. Nie próbowałem uciekać. Leżał nieruchomo, patrzył w oczy, a ciało stało się tarczą.
Pod nim spoczywało dziecko.
Podczas gdy wszystko wokół niego się zawaliło, ten mały chłopiec nadal żył, chroniony przez kolegę, który zdecydował się stawić czoła niebezpieczeństwu, niż porzucić kogoś, kto najbardziej go potrzebował.
Członkowie zespołu ratowniczego donoszą, że na miejscu zdarzenia zaniemówili. Najpierw udało im się wyciągnąć psa, który opierał się oddaleniu od dziecka, dopóki nie upewnił się, że też zostanie uratowane. Chwilę później mały został wyciągnięty żywcem pomiędzy oklaskami, łzami i wzruszeniem tych, którzy byli świadkami tej chwili.
Poza tragedią, która wisi dziś Wenezueli, ten obraz przedstawia coś, czego żadne trzęsienie ziemi nie może zniszczyć: nadzieję.
Ponieważ kiedy natura wystawia na próbę siłę ludu, pojawiają się też gesty, które mogą nam przypomnieć, że współczucie, lojalność i miłość mogą pojawić się tam, gdzie najmniej się tego spodziewa.
Ta fotografia okrążyła świat, ponieważ podsumowuje w jednej scenie ból narodu i jednocześnie pewność, że życie zawsze znajduje powód, by się opierać.
I wtedy rodzi się pytanie, na które każdy odpowie z własnej wiary i własnego sumienia:
Czy to był cud Boży... czy najczystszy instynkt zwierzęcia gotowego oddać wszystko, by chronić życie?
Bez względu na odpowiedź, ten obraz przypomina nam, że nawet wśród gruzów może rodzić się nadzieja.
📷 Dziś Wenezuela potrzebuje solidarności świata bardziej niż kiedykolwiek. Modlitwa, słowo otuchy lub po prostu dzielenie się przesłaniem nadziei może stać się również sposobem na pomoc.
za 📷 Reinier Neapol
#ReinierNápoles #Venezuela
“I think, just lastly, to make the point and really echo the message that the IMC has sounded: someone who violates a law, or who is alleged to have violated a law—whether it is someone accused of theft or someone accused of illegally entering a country—does not lose or forfeit their inherent human dignity and human rights.
That is why we do not have vigilante justice in South Africa. We have due process in this country, and it applies to every kind of alleged legal violation.
A person does not forfeit their right to life, dignity, and humanity simply because they have broken the law or are alleged to have broken the law. That is what our Constitution stands for. It is part of what sets our Constitution apart and part of what makes us a country that the world looks up to.
We must never allow a narrative in which people are dehumanised or where there is an assumption that they forfeit their right to be treated as human beings because they have violated, or are alleged to have violated, a particular law.
That is the perspective we are promoting and articulating without contradiction.
No person has the right to enforce immigration laws outside the authority of the state, demand papers, or demand identification. No person has the right to incite violence. No person has the right to engage in vigilantism. No person has the right to engage in xenophobia or any other discriminatory practice.
From a Home Affairs perspective, we take that very seriously because we are ultimately responsible for managing civil registration, population affairs, and immigration in South Africa. We will not tolerate anyone using allegations or suspicions about an individual’s immigration status to violate their inherent human dignity or their constitutional rights.
It simply cannot, and will not, be allowed to stand.”
South Africa’s Home Affairs Minister, Dr. Leon Schreiber
We often ask, “How can I know what God’s will is?” There are several ways that God speaks to His people, and peace—or the lack thereof—is one of the primary ways. Peace in your soul confirms that your actions or intended actions are within God’s will for you; it acts as an umpire, calling the “plays” or choices you’re making as right or wrong for you.
We make huge mistakes and put our futures in jeopardy when we move forward with things without having peace in our hearts about them. It is always best to wait to do anything until we are assured that it is pleasing to God.
There is also the principle of what I call “stepping out to find out.” We may never know what we are to do unless we begin to move in a certain direction. When we do, we will quickly discover whether peace and grace are with us to continue in that direction or perhaps to go another way. Always let the peace of God rule in your heart, and your life will be fulfilling rather than disappointing.
It’s either my uncle Waruthu is heavily bewitched… or the man is the luckiest dropout kikuyu in the history of Kenya.
This man dropped out in Class 6. No degree. No biashara. No master plan. Just inherited land and some anointed timing.
He starts in Kingeero with a plot left by his father.
Then boom Western Bypass construction comes slicing through it, then KeNHA appears and tells him,
“Waruthu, kindly move, but first collect your 16 million.”
Now a serious man would sit down, call a fundi, maybe an architect, maybe even think of rentals, biashara, mabati ya tenants, something sensible.
Not Waruthu.
Waruthu buys land in Gitaru for 4 million, puts up a 3-bedroom house, then takes the rest of the money and launches a one-man campaign of alcohol, women and complete financial vandalism.
The man did not spend money. He attacked it.
Two years later, before the dust even settles, KeNHA returns again.
This time for the Gitaru-Kikuyu interchange.
I’m not joking.
Same man. Same story. Same government. Another cheque.
19 million.
At this point you stop calling it luck. This is now a calling.
He moves to Manguo near Limuru town, buys about three-quarter acre, builds again for around 4 million, then does exactly what he had done before.
Not almost. Not roughly. Exactly.
House first, then the balance is taken hostage by bars, women and enjoyment until nothing remains except memories and hangovers.
Any other human being would learn.
Waruthu?
Waruthu behaves like a man who thinks compensation is a monthly salary.
Then last November Ruto launches the Rironi-Nakuru-Mau Summit Road project.
Now tell me why this man’s land is again sitting next to the highway like it had been booked in advance.
Again the government comes.
Again they acquire.
Again Waruthu is paid.
This time 25 million.
You people, there are men who hustle for 20 years and never smell 5 million.
This fool has made a full career out of being removed by road projects.
He doesn’t farm.
He doesn’t build wealth.
He doesn’t invest.
He just keeps positioning himself where tarmac will eventually develop feelings.
The last report we got was that he had moved to Ponda Mali in Nakuru.
Either there’s a powerful mganga somewhere blessing his land papers… or God has a very twisted sense of humour when it comes to my uncle.
The man is turning Kenyan infrastructure into his personal ATM.
Respect. 😂
Many years ago, I landed in a new country with just $600 and a head full of hope. No guarantees. Just faith.
Two weeks in, reality hit hard. My host that I was supposed to stay with till I get myself together chased me out. No warning, no backup plan. Just like that, I was outside, trying to figure out my next move.
Someone told me to go to meet his cousin in New York who could help. I went. I waited at the train station… hours passed… then night came. The person never showed up, and stopped picking my calls.
That moment could have broken me.
But I refused to fold.
I took myself back by bus to Maryland, got a hotel for a few days, and sat down to restructure my life. I really don’t understand how the system really works. People were just telling me to go to Craigslist and search for jobs.
But I needed an accommodation at least. I couldn’t afford to stay in the Hotel for more days.
I finally thought of a friend whose Dad lives here. I spoke to him and he linked me up with his Dad who then linked me to someone from Ekiti State who decided to accomodate me. A complete stranger who showed me kindness when I needed it the most. He gave me a place to stay till I got back on my feet.
From there, things started to shift.
I got my driver’s license. I got a job in a restaurant. I started building step by step, no shortcuts.
And this picture?
This is the first car I bought just 7 months into the journey. Not for luxury, but because commuting to work was a struggle I needed to overcome.
Fast forward to today, I have own better cars, what I made in an entire month back then, I now make more than double of that in just one week. I’m in the category of people who make 6 figures annually in this country. All Glory be to God.
If you’re in a hard place right now, hear this you’re not stuck, you’re just in the middle of your story. Keep pushing.