I've Heard it through the Sea.

I've heard it trough the breathe of the sea while standing on the seashore.

I was just standing there in front of the sea with my feet touching the water and then as the waves were coming and going a sensation was invading me. I've tried to resist it, and a voice coming from within asked me:

- Do you mind listen to my painful story"?

The voice was so sad that I've dropped down without any movement and was ready to listen. I Just sat down with my feet on the water.

And the Sea started talking to me. It said:

-Listen, young man, I have seen, I have felt a lot stories but this one, I want you to listen to it"

  " From the coast of Libya, two families arrived. Mohamed the brother of one the husbands was suppose to help them cross the sea. He helped his brother and his family to get on the boat. They were then about about to depart, when his brother stopped him and said:

- Mohamed! I cannot leave without this friend of mine. He has been more than a brother to me, even tough he was earning a little money while working at the same position in the same factory, he always helped me out whenever I was in need. You see our sons, played together everyday. Hi wife is like my wife, and mine is his. Ehy do you see those beautiful braids   on the head of Mariam (the name of their mother)? His wife did them, do you remember how mama loved those braids?. I cannot really leave here without them. They're more in danger than me here.

Mohamed has no other choice than but to accept. So he then said:

-There's a small place in the dark corner of the boat if they want they can go in there. His brother wanted to oppose him, but his friend stood up and said:

- If my family is safe, that's all that mater to me.

So they went down there. For two days they had little water and small amount of food but the kids kept on eating together.

Unfortunately the friend wife got sick, Mohamed refuse to assist her saying:

- This medicine is not enough for us, so I cannot give it to this people.

And so the poor lady died, leaving behind 4 kids and two desperate husbands.

Thanks to God they've made it to Italy. From there I don't know  what has happened but they've divided the two families. For me It was just a normal procedure. At least this what I thought.

Curious about these two families, one day the Wind was passing by, I stopped him and I asked him. Wind?  Do you remember the saddest two families we've accompanied that raining day?

- Oh yes!

He replied. so I asked him. What happened to them?

With a suffering face, the wind said:

-Mohamed brother and his family, have been taken to a safe place. You know they're Syrians, and with no mistake of color of  their skin nobody can confuse them.,

So then I asked him about Mohamed brother friend, knowing that he is a Syrian too. The wind said to me:

-Oh poor man, he's black and without document they've declared him no Syrian. Can you imagine? after loosing his wife with his 4 kids, they're keeping them in a camp in order to send them back to the Libyan coast. Because, him and others are classified " economic emigrants"

The sea got quiet suddenly, and I was just siting frozen with tears dropping vigorously specially because I've found myself helpless, before I realize it, I was all wet, the water got under me. I've jumped trying to dry myself. Suddenly the Sea started laughing and asked me:

-what do you think you are doing?, what do you think happened to the wife of Mohamed brother?

She's in the deep level of me. You know, the poor lady wasn't dead yet. But they thought she was, so they've thrown her in my arms , the cold water then woke her up,  but she was too weak to scream of to move a hand. Seeing her sufferance, I've tried to make them look back by pushing my waves higher, the boat was moving up and down, left to right. So the poor lady used her last breath to stop me because she was afraid  that the boat would have tipped over, and beg me to take her quickly instead."

I felt down on my knees in the water, thinking about this poor lady, her poor children and the bomb discrimination has just put inside the heart of these growing children. Would this father of family survive? 

I don't know but I was just sitting there and thinking about them as you're certainly doing now.

And man is a man, no matter color, race, is just a man. Even if he was running from poverty do we think  that war kills more than poverty? Or do we think that being killed by war is more unfair than being killed by poverty? Will we let a man dies just because he comes from a poor country? 

I'm just thinking.

                                                                                                                         Simon N'guessan, train traveling