Are you sad?
No.
What are you?
I’m quiet.
Oh.
I’m quiet
You seems sad.
I don’t know what I am. I’m quiet. maybe I’m praying. I don’t know. I don’t even want music.
Are you thinking about the babies? Your babies in Etheopia?
I’m thinking about the whole country. What kind of country is this? When kids go to school, their parents drop them off in the morning. In the end of the day they come to get them, they are just gone. They are stolen and their organs are taken out and then their bodies are thrown out back at the school just like garbage.
And there is no police to tell. No law. No justice. The police are likely the same men who are doing it. The same people you would ask to help and protect you are the ones carving out the organs and throwing the children’s bodies back like garbage. What kind of country is this?
And I’m thinking about the virus. It is there. Two women died in my village and the people are private. They don’t want to say. They say she fell down. But it is everywhere. People are not being honest. And we need to tell each other the truth on this virus. I saw her sick with my own eyes. Her door is 6 steps from mine. I went to them for days, I made coffee for the family; we take care in the tradition when there is a death. But the virus is all around and people don’t want to say.
And I’m quiet for my whole country.