C'est un document sur lequel je suis tombé par hasard à la télé. il met au jour la misère en Afrique en nous racontant l'histoire de Omondi, un garçon de 12 ans qui a perdu ses deux parents, morts du sida, maladie dont lui même est atteint.
Le document nous montre le bidon ville "Kibera" (le plus grand d'Afrique de l'est) où vit Omondi, sans aucun commentaire, juste le poème du petit sidéen récité avec sa petite voix meurtrie et innocente.
Il est possible de voir la vidéo ou au moins écouter le poème sur le site officiel:
www.iwantobeapilot.com
Cliquez sur voices puis sur poem, vous pourrez écouter Omondi réciter son poème.
Un document boulversant, écouter cet enfant qui n'est probablement plus de ce monde, raconter son rêve est encore une fois une leçon de vie, une baffe qui me réveille de mon profond sommeil d'homme égoiste.
"I want to be a pilot" par Omondi/ kibera - Nairobi Kenya"
My name is Omondi
It means that when I was born
I woke up my mother
early in the morning.
I am twelve years old.
I live in Kibera
the biggest slum in East Africa.
My last meal
was on Sunday
today is Wednesday
I want to be a pilot
to fly very high,
far away from the ghetto
to a place
where kids have parents
that don't die of HIV
everyday
to a place far away
where guardians of orphan kids
cannot abuse us
everyday
to a place far away
where goats eat
things other than trash
to a place far away
where I am treated
as well as white people are.
I want to be a pilot
to wear a uniform
and fly very high
to a place far away
where I don't need
charity from distant lands
to a place far away
where white men in white coats
cannot test medicines on us
to a place far away
where the leaders we elected
stop filling their pockets
and start caring for us
to a place far away
where there are lots of school books
so one day
I can fly
far away.
I want to be a pilot.
It must feel so good
to go places
where I can walk barefoot
on the green grass
where water is clean
with rivers and springs
where I can feel the sun
shining on me.
It must feel so good
to fly far away
to a place where I don't have
to dig through garbage
for metal scraps to sell
to a place where I have clothes to wear
when it's cold and wet
to a place that when it rains
it doesn't smell so bad.
I want to be a pilot.
So I can fly very
very high
to take off
and land
where my dreams are
to a place far away
where God just loves me
and churches are just
the mountains
the trees
the rivers
Yes
My dream is to fly far away
to a place
where my suffering can end.
I want to be a pilot
to wear a uniform
to go places
where others are not afraid
to play with me
because I am HIV positive
where I can lead a simple life
where I can eat at least once a day
where there is a future.
I want to be a pilot
so I can fly
to a place far away
where my mum and dad are
so they can hug me
so they can kiss me
so they can love me
so I can hug them
so I can kiss them
so I can love them
thank you
Un document de : Diego Quemada-Diez, Kibera 2004
Carpe diem
publié par Tarik dans: ckoilebonheur
Voila une chanteuse intéressante, on dirait qu'elle a fait un bond dans le temps, elle nous arrive des années 50, ou peut être des années 70, enfin un ovni dans le monde musical de nos jours.
Amy Winehouse - You know I'm no good
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Carpe diem
Amy Winehouse - You know I'm no good
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Carpe diem
publié par Tarik dans: ckoilebonheur
Voici une chanson qui doit avoir vingt ans, une chanson qu'on ne peut s'empêcher de réécouter, elle dégage une douceur, un sentiment de paix, enfin j'aime beaucoup.
Nom du titre : Wonderful Life
Interprété par : Black
Here I go out to see again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky and in my blue eyes
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
REFRAIN :
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful wonderful life
The sun's in your eyes
The heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you because you're there
And I need a friend
Oh I need a friend to make me happy
Not stand here on my own
REFRAIN
I need a friend
Oh I need a friend
To make me happy
Not so alone
REFRAIN
Carpe diem
Nom du titre : Wonderful Life
Interprété par : Black
Here I go out to see again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky and in my blue eyes
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
REFRAIN :
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful wonderful life
The sun's in your eyes
The heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you because you're there
And I need a friend
Oh I need a friend to make me happy
Not stand here on my own
REFRAIN
I need a friend
Oh I need a friend
To make me happy
Not so alone
REFRAIN
Carpe diem
publié par Tarik dans: ckoilebonheur
