“ just couldn’t imagine that this very desperate place couldn’t get aid from western civilization.
“Uganda is a forgotten place, isn’t it?”
“Uganda, South Sudan, Kenya, Africa, really.”
“Why?” I asked softly.
“Two reasons. People think this, our predicament, is an exaggeration or they’re in total denial. Pretending it doesn’t exist allows for a light conscience.”
I scoffed at that in disbelief but then thought on it. I’d never really heard of these places save for the occasional TV ad asking/imploring people for aid. I never thought twice about it. Ashamed, I turned my head.
“And the other?” I asked him directly after gathering my guilt.
“They assume someone will take care of it, their governments really, but all they need to do is take the problem into their own hands. Governments are unreliable, corrupt entities. It will only be solved by the hands of many. Thousands of small pebbles, giant splash and all that.”
It was quiet for a moment and the night air was filled with those singing insects again.
“Once, I took this social studies class,” I told him. “In it, we read this story about this woman attacked in an alleyway in New York City[…]”
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