Awareness

Long ago, in a mythical time, babies could talk from birth. They could express their needs and thoughts with ease. However, they would also report everything they saw, without discretion. One day, a mother named Susan was preparing lunch by smoking meat. She left her baby there while she went to buy ingredients from the shop. Meanwhile, a neighbor sneaked in and stole a portion of the meat. When Susan returned, she noticed the missing meat and before she even asked, the baby blurted out the truth, exposing the neighbor's theft. "Mummy if you're wondering how the meat reduced, don't over think. The neighbor came and stole a third of it." The embarrassed neighbor, filled with shame and anger, cast a spell on all babies using dark magic. From that day forward, babies lost the ability to talk. The spell had a lasting impact, and babies have remained speechless from birth ever since.

Money, money - a seemingly innocuous entity, yet the root cause of the chaos that grips our world. On the surface, it's a harmless medium of exchange. But the relentless pursuit of it has unleashed a torrent of destructive behaviors, leaving in its wake a trail of devastation. People will stop at nothing to accumulate wealth, committing unspeakable acts that defy explanation. Murder, trafficking, immorality, environmental degradation, robbery, and theft - the list goes on. The desire for wealth has become an all-consuming fire that burns away empathy, compassion, and reason. As Lucky Dube so eloquently sang, we're indeed "living in a crazy world," where money reigns supreme. It's the unspoken ruler, the puppet master that pulls the strings from behind the scenes. Its influence is insidious, seeping into every aspect of our lives, dictating our actions, and shaping our decisions. The constitution of this shadowy ruler has only one law - "get me at all cost.&qu

I'm consumed by a deep longing to go back in time, to 1997, when my path was still unfolding. The ache of unfulfilled dreams and unmet potential haunts me. My voice, a constant source of frustration, a reminder of my inadequacy. I've pleaded with a higher power, begging for answers, for a chance to understand where I went wrong. The silence is deafening. I'm trapped in a cycle of self-doubt, tormented by the what-ifs and maybes. Daydreams of a better life taunt me, a constant reminder of what could have been. The desire to be reborn, to start a new life again, is overwhelming. I yearn to erase the mistakes, to rewrite my story. The weight of my failures crushes me, the fear of being stuck in this darkness is forever suffocating. I'm lost in a sea of uncertainty, desperate for a lifeline. The whispers of self-doubt are relentless, a constant reminder of my inadequacy. I'm torn apart by the uncertainty, the not knowing what went wrong. The search for answers is exhaus