November 22nd, 2007
I am not worried about fostering. Rather, I am worried about the growing number of adoptions going on. Kids as a commodity. A status symbol. A quick fix of papers, selling children to the highest bidder. Are you a celebrity? Oh, you get the VIP treatment. Choose. Which one shall it be Sir, Madam? They are orphans after all, right? Better to have a full tummy than sleeping under sewage tunnels with an empty stomach. Hmm, what a choice!
Identity versus food security. Which one shall it be? I am happy that I do not have to make this choice. Do not blame it on me. I am just playing the mirror.
It is a trend brothers. Ethiopian orphans are being adopted all over the world. And some are given away by their parents who wish a better future for their offspring. Can you blame them? Who is to blame? I say lack of self respect. I say poverty. Fostering and adoption are also very common in
Some of them want to help us, sure thing. For instance, some take unimaginable sacrifice to raise an alien child like their own. Trust me on this, the borrowed parents have also plenty of social stigma to fight against.
The question is, are we not responsible for them? Is it not our society who orphaned them, rejected them–indifferent and blind? Are they not our children first before they are that of the white man? Do we help as much as we can? Are we really concerned beyond the usual empty lip service?
It touchs several aspects of life, in the poor and rich man’s world that is. Don’t you think? Africans can not take care of their children? By the way, does it work, I mean white parents raising black children? A mix is feared, confuses, and disturbs the natural order of things. White folks here and black lots there. When the mix happens, the white overshadows, is the benevolent, the munificent, the descendant of Abraham-white as stainless. The black receives; thankfulness is expected of him for he is the descendant of Ham and
Nevertheless, we shall differentiate brothers. Good and evil are evenly distributed among the children’s of Abraham and Ham. I am just reminding you of the depth of our dilemma. Face your damon and fight it. Be concerned. Start the change from your house. Teach your children self respect and responsibility. Help your next kin. If we help our children, they do not have to be adopted away from home. After all, we do not believe that we are cursed. Do we?