Two days ago a
friend of mine asked me if I had heard of children slavery here in Ghana. My innocent
answer was “well, it’s pretty clear that every kid works since a very young
age. I’m not sure if that’s what you’re talking about”. How fool of me.
She explained me
that there is a Portuguese journalist who has been telling this story to the
world for some years now. Apparently in the Volta Lake, the biggest artificial
lake in the world, there are moms who are selling
their children to fishermen to work for them.
This journalist
founded an NGO who buys the kids to the fishermen and provides them proper accommodation
and pays them the next 10 years of education.
I opened their
website. I read it. I cried.
I have been there. Just
like any other futile tourist I went on a boat trip in the lake to see how “beautiful”
it is. I just didn´t see how ugly is what’s behind it.
I have been there and I
didn´t see it. It’s not like as if I was back home reading it on a website and
being thousands of kilometers away. I have been there, so close, and I
didn´t notice it.
I know, how could
I notice it? It’s not something we just see. But still… it made me feel futile
and useless.
02/09/2012
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