Saturday, 10 March 2012

Empty Planet

At the moment, the world is going through one of the worst cases of poaching in decades.
Whales and dolphins in Japan are being hunted for food, tigers are being killed in India for their fur and rhino's and elephants in Africa are being killed for their horns and tusks. And that's not all of them. Not even close.

The chinese seem to think that the rhino horn can be used as an aphrodisiac. Why not just use viagra?

These animals are becoming more and more extinct every day and not enough is being done about this.

The rhino's horns are cut off whilst the poor animal is still alive. The horn is part of the bone. They feel it. They feel everything. They then bleed to death. How could people let this happen?

More and more elephants are being killed every day. There has been a huge increase in the market for ivory. What really happens to this ivory?

The ivory is shaped and sculpted and sold, then it sits as an ornament in a family home. It gets covered and dust and slowly forgotten. One of the most intelligent, beautiful animals have died just for this moment of pleasure. Is it really worth it? Is it really worth killing an animal just to decorate your house?

There are many people out there at the moment who are doing all that they can to stop poaching all around the world. (I hope to be one of these people) Many organisations are fighting to protect animals  but part of me is terrified that that won't be good enough. Part if me is scared that the human race won't realise what is happening until its too late.

We won't realise until all the animals are gone.
We won't realise until our planet is empty.

Friday, 9 March 2012

21st Century.

When I open my laptop, the first thing I do is open Facebook. The second thing that I do is open Twitter. Then I write a few emails and then I go back to Facebook. Meanwhile, I am checking my phone constantly whilst sitting in a room with my door shut and blaring music.

What ever happened to life?

What ever happened to actually going to visit people and letter writing?

What ever happened to living?

It is so sad that in this day and age, people and society are so obsessed with getting the latest gadgets, new iphones, macs etc so that they can talk to people who probably only live just down the road.

Yes, I do understand that in some cases, technology is a gift. My parents live thousands of miles away and I am so grateful everyday that I can see their faces on Skype and I am able to send a text which will reach them instantly. However, the human race, me included, are so involved with technology that they fail to live. They fail to go outside and hear the birds and feel the wind on their cheeks.

What ever happened to board games? Snakes and Ladders and Mousetrap used to be the highlight of my day. It brought everybody together and never failed to put a smile on my face.

Dinner time? Families now, sit around the tv whilst they eat their food. What ever happened to talking?

It's sad. It's only going to get worse.

Many people in the world do not have the money to buy things such as phones and computers. However, they are happy. They interact with one another, they use their imagination and play games, they make things, they observe and they laugh.

What ever happened to that?

Tuesday, 6 March 2012


The air hostess wakes me up, asking if I would like some orange juice. I say yes. I yawn and stretch, being careful not to wake up the stranger sleeping next to me. I see a glimmer of light coming through the shutters of the sleepy aeroplane. It's a red light, as if the plane is going through burning fire. It is not fire, it his home.

Once the snoring man wakes up and we say hello, I open the window shutter. At first the light blinds me. I squint. Slowly my eyes adjust to the glorious light. I see clouds. Thousands of clouds that look like a bed of candy floss. But then behind the clouds, far away in the horizon, I see that sun. That sun that has come through my bedroom windows since I was a little girl. Not just any sun, the African sun.

I get butterflies in my tummy, I feel a sense a hope and finally a sense of belonging. I know then that I am nearly home.

I cannot wait. The man next to me asks me if I am ok. I tell him that I am fine. But am I fine? No, I am not. I am in a dream, I am burning with excitement, I want to jump up and down and scream. I AM NEARLY HOME! Instead I sit there looking out of the window like a cheshire cat, waiting for the clouds to part.

Finally they do. The wind gently blows the clouds apart so I can see a glimpse of the African landscape. Just a glimpse is all I need. The vast, untouched open space, the colours that one can only dream of, the green, the red and the yellow. The hints of blue rivers flowing through the wild jungle, I imagine I can see the hippos going into the water for the day and the crocodiles sunbathing on the muddy banks. I can in-visage the lions gracefully moving out from under the trees, looking for their first morning hunt. The monkeys swaying from the branches of the Baobab tree, curiously watching the spiders on the branches. The zebras and giraffes taking their last gulp of water at the watering hole before they go to the grass land to graze and watch for predators.

Untouched. Everything is untouched.

I am finally home. I am back in the place where I belong. The most beautiful place in the world. Africa.