Letter To God: Lord, help our Village

Dear Father:

You know, hmm, when you look around our village and see all lay orlor small, small villages dem moving ahead and we here finding ways to go back to stone age, ay look so shameful.

Father, when you look at the sky-scrappers, lay supper highways, and other fine, fine things our neighbor dem are doing, you wonder whether our village is a curse for true.

Come to think of it, our land is blessed with all lay mineral resources you can think of, I mean all lay thin dem our neighbours are looking for, we have all here, yet still we are so poor.

Can you imagine, even our own Uncle Sam scare to give us visa because they say when we leave our village, we will never come back. And you can’t blame dem.

Its true, Father, you can’t blame Uncle Sam, becos all lay good, good thin dem they have in their village you can’t find nothing leh da here. So, they scare da when people from our village go there and see dem, they will na come back home.

Yes, Father, see, all around us, people who used to come to our village to go to Uncle Same village are the places we are now running to geh visa to go to Uncle Sam village.

Can you imagine, all lay orlor villages can geh five-year multiple visas, bor we who called ourselves Uncle Sam stepchild can geh only one-year. And before one person from our village geh one-year pal, it means 10,000 have already been denied.

The thing is when lay people look at our village, they know that all lay people who are running to go and visit their village geh nothing to come back to. Simply put our village is too poor.

But when you look at our neighbour’s, they all geh something to come back home to because their villages are going ahead every day and da lay main reason why Uncle Sam can’t mean them with visa.

Imagine just yesterday, lay Old Footballer children and lay Blue Uniform people were fighting rock war. Da one brought part of our village to a stand still. People near lay place closed their shops.

Father, my fear is da a time will come nobody wll want to even come to our village to do anything and nobody will leh us to visit their village. People are getting to tire with us.

Sometimes, we wonder if lay Big Papay up there still in our village because, when we think we going forward, when you hear our village story you can jus geh weak.

My son, oo, all lay thin you talking what happening to lay yellow machine bisnay?

Hmm, da it there ooh Father, when you think some body coming do something good they just come to find way to chop their own free.

You say lay other people dem wor witch hunting yor people, bor you too, you come na, you acting leh everybody la criminal. In fact, lay orlor people dem la foreigner.

Father lay thin can hurt mehn. God mon really help us. We really need him help ooh. Is leh you are walking and people pointing figure behind yor back.

Yes, na. Lay thin too embarrassing. This one village. It too shameful mehn. And lay one da can geh to me is da with all lay poverty in our village, our big, big people dem can forget da our village is poor. They wan to ride cars da our village don’t have road for and live lifestyles da our village struggle to support.

We are very blessed with all lay natural resources, even the rain is good to us, but yet so poor to be trusted with visa to travel. Sometimes, i just think our neighbours are only tolerating us. If they had their own will, they fini dividing this village long time, to save everyone else lay trouble.