Who will bury me?
Africans are at war to cope with their lost, grieve and constant fear of becoming victims of a deadly
disease Aids. Each trip to doctor makes the man’s heartbeats faster. Living and caring of their infected relatives puts them in a high-risk of being infected themselves. With all the hospitals bed full, the families have to be care for their sick at home.
All the information about the illness and the medication are dimmed by the beliefs, culture, taboos and superstitions. Talking about sex is still unheard-of between grown and teenagers. One mother once told her teenage daughter that she should not sleep with any boy in bed. The daughter fell pregnant two years later. The mother was furious and asked the daughter why she did sleep with the boys.
No, mother, I did not sleep with them. We did it standing.
This is one of the countless stupid sex information mothers pass on to their daughters.
People go to witch doctors (traditional doctors) who claimed that they can protect and cure them for all illness. Often they pay high prices for the service and given some herbal mixtures. And only when they are close to death, did they go to medical doctors. By that time it is too late to do anything about their condition.
The Western world with their modern medicines faced a terrible defeat, because of the culture, beliefs and superstitions buried in the heads of the indigenous people. There is nothing to stop the sinking
continent, before all the older generation has perished away with their beliefs and ethics. Traditionally men are free to marry many wives and by so doing the spread of HIV and AIDS spread like bushfire across the continent.
As aid pours in from all corners of the earth, people die like flies every day in all corners of every village and town as well. Funerals are daily ceremonies. Orphans roamed the streets in search of basic needs and by so doing many fall prey to
children abusers. Africa is sinking ship with no chance of survivors.
Lost of labour force to the disease is crippling the continent’s economy, as well as immigration of the well-educated youth to the west in of search of green pastures.
Who will bury me?
Cried out an old woman in despair, all my children are gone and now my grandchildren are following suit.