I’m working so my country can breathe

I love my country. I want to see her healthy. I want to see her wealthy. I want to see her admired by many and envied by some. I want to see her glowing. I want to see her proud. Most of all, I just want to see her rocking.

But she is sick. She has been raped over and over again. She is bloody and naked. She is hungry. She is going around with a begging bowl while being laughed at. And she is struggling to breathe!

I want to find those who raped her. I want to make them pay for what they did to her. I want revenge!

But she is sick. She is hungry. And she is struggling to breathe! So, before I do anything else, I want to help her breathe, I want to give her something to eat. I want to nurse her back to good health.

And I cannot do any of that if I don’t work!

She has educated me with the little money she had. She has bought medicine when I was sick. She has made me look good while she lost her dignity.

Those who raped her are now suffocating her by making me not work. Those who raped her are robbing her chance to live by making me not work. Those who raped her are making me party on her dead body on the 11th and 12th!

I will work on the 11th and 12th. By doing so, I can help her breathe, I can find some food and medicine, I can nurse her back to health.

Then, I will come after you. I have not forgotten!