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





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