Slavery is not only a part of history, slavery is still a global problem; millions of people are trapped in all form of slavery- Domestic servitude, Sexual exploitation, Child trafficking, forced labour, debt bondage, Criminal exploitation, and mental slavery. There is a thin line between what is and isn’t slavery.
Africa’s glorious heritage has been mutilated by the devastation of the transatlantic Slave trade, chattel slavery, the harvesting of vulnerable people as sex slaves, colonial and post-colonial predators. The current form of slavery in Africa is the post-colonial slavery. Citizens are enslaved; enslaved by their so called leaders, these horrendous plunderers chain their citizen’s in the filthy grip of power. Mental slavery is a state of mind where discerning between liberation and enslavement is warped. Mental slavery is extremely terrifying than physical slavery because the chains are invisible.
In the face of all the calamities that Africans have experienced we must not be content to be at best an observer complaining about the world, as opposed to being a change agent in the world. We must not be content to be history’s permanent victim. We must rise with the wakening light!
Here are things we can do to end slavery around the world – we can provoke companies to be fair by not buying apparels or goods from companies that do not treat workers fairly, if we do we will be rewarding evil behavior. Let these companies be provoked to fairness by buying products that are certified fair trade or come from companies whose manufacturing practices have been independently verified as slave-free.
We could prevent slavery through holistic child development by donating and meeting a child’s basic needs for education, proper nutrition, and health care.
End it! Help End slavery!
-Ayo Ayoola-Amale© 2016
INTERNATIONAL DAY FOR ABOLITION OF SLAVERY, December 2, 2016
Dusk falls in intensely; life declines
Day drowning continues ,the unnatural unbroken
we live in naked emptiness weary of being free
The resemblance between us, mean nothing in the desert of their heart
Their bodies rise from the dead or die not
in the prison of their mind
we sense the wounds, in the adjoining room,
No light in the sun
Holocaust, Streams split, hinge and the doom of man
Struggle for the truth until we let go to consume death
The stung healers like a thinning breath
hear the wave crack and fondle renewal like the phoenix
Pricked, punctured, perforated
© ayo ayoola-amale, 2016