Eyes’ Witnesses and Doers of Haiti!
Now a month since I’ve been back to Haiti, and the things I am a witness of give me a bittersweet feeling. One of the things I have the privilege to see every day is the resilience of the Haitian people. Whether most of them are sleeping under a simple sheet as shelter, they still can smile and very excited about life. Instead of tears, they transform their fear into sarcasm, instead of mourning, they are showing how grateful are they for being alive and worshiping according t their beliefs with faith and devotion. Amongst them, I count many friends and relatives.
Everything that is happening now in the country makes me feel humble.
Like my visit last week to town of Beaudin. Although close to Leogane and Jacmel, it is unbelievable to see the misery existing there. It takes one hour and forty five minutes be motorcycle to get to a place that could easily be doing in twenty five minutes because of the condition of the road. It is really hard to imagine such way of life. This is a place where what supposed to be normal or basic is a luxury. Even drinking water is not a right for those people. Most of them don’t even know if the word “ELECTRICITY” is even real. For all their life, they have not seen it at least once.
However, being around those poor individuals makes me humble. Everything they do is an expression of misery for me, whereas, they manage to turn everything to joy. I am mad hearing their stories about how far and how difficult was it to go get some water miles away down the cliff, but the smile they have by sharing such story make me feel stupid. How can someone has courage to keep going on with life? How can someone can be so happy when what it suppose to be a right or the basic of life becomes a luxury? Besides, they are on their own. And no one cares about their existence.
“I have a dream today” that one day people many areas of Haiti will be able to drink clean water to quench their thirsts, and eat to satisfy their hunger. I will not rest or die before it happens.
An orphange yard in Beaudin.
The source of water of the town.
On the way to the town of Beaudin
The road.
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