I hear the stories they tell
Of conditional freedom.
Of convenient love.
Of friendships forged by interests,
Strengthened by similarities,
Then broken by ego.
Of a land where all is bitter,
Where all the roads lead abroad,
But all the doors are closed.
Of a boat sailing north,
Overcrowded, overloaded.
Can it carry all those dreams?
All those hopes and expectations?
Can it handle all those fears?
Some run away some run towards
What they think is their haven
And they can only wonder:
What's north of north africa?
(First image is taken by me)
Immigration is an urgent topic in my part of the world. Although it's kind of a taboo in my country because everyone is thinking of it while there are almost only illegal ways of doing it. And also because there's a storm happening in social media agains my country. Framing it as a racist country because of our president's speach where he speaks of immigrants from other parts of Africa as if they are a threat to our (inexistant) peace.
(I'll try to write more about the topic in a separate post soon)
In reality, those immigrants only came to Tunisia to find a way further north, meaning to Europe, along with a big portion of the Tunisian citizens who aspire to leave this country, but they were prevented by our oh so patriot government who works as turnkey lately.
To my friends from all over Africa,
This is an apology from me if ever you were offended by our president's speach. We are not a racist people we're just a dumb people who voted for a racist president. I hope we vote him out of power soon enough.
