Knife crime « S. S. David

There are days when I genuinely believe things can’t get worse, and it did. Humanity appears to be a lost cause. People are selfish, filled with hatred, bigotry, disillusioned, and feigned superiority when, in fact, we’re all the same, woven from the same cloth by blood. Many people are more interested in personal ambition than the welfare of their fellow citizens. You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this, but you should have guessed by now.

If I were an alien (a real one from space), I’d probably wonder why humans are so stupid, thick-headed and delusional. Time is so short, yet humans believe they will live forever. We (I’m human, after all, surprise!) decimate everything we touch. We kill, plunder, and are consumed by our wanton desires to have more, not minding the many souls we trample upon in the process.

Daniel Anjorin – May his soul rest in peace.

The merciless killings in our cities and the ongoing wars in Ukraine, Haiti, Gaza/Israel, Congo and countless other countries are never-ending. On Wednesday, I woke up to the distressing news of Daniel Anjorin, a 14-year-old boy murdered by a 36-year-old man, Marcus Aurelio Arduini Monzo, with a Samurai sword. The boy was going to school; he was not in a war zone, yet his life was brutally cut short, which is a testament to our very diseased society. I have a 14-year-old who comes home alone, and I can emphathise with Daniel’s parents. Marcus wounded two officers who bravely intervened, and four other people were harmed in the frenzied attack.

However, our political leaders are keen to score cheap political points that will accelerate their careers rather than find a lasting solution to the violence in our cities and world. They whip up people’s emotions, creating a culture of fear and hallucination and ruthlessly feeding off the vulnerability of the crowd at political rallies. I believe the hottest part of hell is reserved for politicians.

I am a pacifist, I don’t believe violence can solve the world’s problems, but when we have ‘big babies’ as world leaders who jostle and boast about the nation with the best ‘nukes’, it just drives home the point that the innocent always suffer at the decisions of these little men in power.

Human history/story is filled with wars, and I despair at our world. But I am also a positive person, so I’ll keep praying and hoping that one day, we’ll have sane leaders who truly care for their countries.

Until then, stay safe everyone!

Much love, always. 🙂

”Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.’‘ – Samuel Butler. I agree because life and love is a journey. Find out more in this short documentary I wrote and directed with a friend.

Here’s a transcript of the film:

Life is a journey, and it starts with a cry… the cry of a new-born baby. It ends with moans, groans, or the contented sigh of an older man or woman who’s led a fruitful life.

Or it can end in running feet, a chase, a stab, searing pain, blood splattered on the sidewalk, the cold street receding away as a young life flitter away into nothingness…

A life cut short…

Humans are chasing humans and killing without thought or regard for the pains inflicted on unfamiliar people.

Life can end well, or, it may end in tragedy.

Twenty years ago, I got married to the man of my dreams, and two years later, I was in the hospital, in labour, and anticipating the birth of my son.

It was a complicated process. A short life, my son passed away two days after he was born.

My life stopped briefly.

I didn’t know how to process my grief. I cried every night, and I prayed every night.

Days passed. Time didn’t wait for my grief. And I healed with the love of my husband and family.

Three months later, there was a miracle.

I was pregnant again. This time, everything felt different, but I was hiding my fears. I smiled openly while I cried and cringed inside, wondering if the new life growing inside me would live, and survive.

Nine months later, I welcomed another son.
He lives. He’s kind and makes me laugh. He’s energetic and loves life. I had two more children, a daughter and another son.

My family means everything to me.

But something is wrong.

I’ve lived in London for over fifteen years, and every time there’s a young life wasted on the streets, I remember the child I lost.

Although my son died as a new-born baby and in different circumstances, I relive the pain every time I read or watch the news of another senseless killing of young people on our streets.

My eldest son is now 17. He’s brilliant and hardworking. He had one of the best GCSE results in his school, and he’s currently studying Medicine at A levels. He wants to be a doctor. Samuel wants to help and make our society a better place for everyone.

But should I be afraid anytime he’s out of the house? Or because of the colour of his skin?

Can I have hope that things will improve, and that love may conquer hatred, racism, anger and the ugliness inherent in the human soul?

My son believes in a better society, a better world.

Rafael Benedetti wants the world to see goodness in him. Fay Beneddeti intends to champion the course of women and family. These people are keen to see positive changes in our society.

Maybe, there is hope Afterall.

I won’t be afraid anymore.

Hope, no matter how fleeting is still better than fear.

Loving humans can be a reality while chasing humans could become a myth.

I hope love wins!

I want life to end well for our young people.

Let’s start from the beginning.

Seyi Sandra David.