I have spent the majority of my time in the last few weeks either writing about African refugees or thinking about them. I was fortunate enough to speak to some of them to conclude my print portfolio so I can graduate from the University of Sheffield. This was by no means easy, and I had to make so many calls and beg so many people, but finally I talked to five lovely Congolese men who told me about their near-death experiences that caused them to flee to Brazil.
I have written 3,500 words of my portfolio and I am a hundred percent emotionally drained. Whilst writing up these stories has been inspiring and fulfilling, I can’t help but keep wondering why on earth the situation in Africa hasn’t been given the attention it deserves. It baffles me that these men opened their hearts to me in the hopes that someone will make a move towards helping their country (I hope I can send these stories to a newspaper/magazine for publication), and it saddens me that there isn’t much I can do to help.
I’ve started writing a section in my portfolio asking why on earth don’t we listen to Africa. Why? Can anyone in the websphere explain it to me? Don’t we owe it to them? Isn’t there something we can do?
These are my questions to you. I need opinions. I don’t know if I’m going to include them in my final piece, but I am curious as to what other people who haven’t had much direct experiences with refugees think.
Comment below or tweet at me. I need to share my emotional distress.