27/05/2025
There’s a baby in a suitcase.
A woman dead on the side of the road.
90% of our brothers drink to forget,
And the rest are smoking to escape.
This is not a movie.
This is our everyday reality.
We are burying more than we are building.
We are attending more funerals than graduations.
And while our homes cry silent tears…
The rich get richer.
Criminals lead youth structures.
Deals are signed over dinner, while we sleep with hunger.
How did we get here?
How did death become so normal for the young?
We are watching the Wild Coast rot —
But we are not helpless.
We will not fold our arms.
We are the ones who must turn this pain into purpose.
The ones who must rise, even if our legs are shaking.
To every youth still standing — this is your call.
Not to hope.
To act.
To take your power back.
No one is coming to save us.
We are the ones.