Digtskrivning med gadebørn i Accra

Lady Gaga, løvemælk og forældre; det er noget som de gadebørn, vi arbejder med, skriver digte om. I 2017 begyndte vi at arbejde med digtskrivning for at styrke gadebørns stemmer - og som en måde for dem at blive hørt. To frivillige med akademiske erfaringer inden for litteraturvidenskab fik idéen, som nu er en fast del af vores partners undervisning af gadebørn i Accra. Projektet hedder Poetic Empowerment, og vi sælger her en digtsamling, som de frivillige har lavet med gadebørnene. I 2018 har de hver måned skrevet digte, som d. 20. november blev fremvist i forbindelse med fejringen af Børnenes Dag.

Vores partner Catholic Action for Street Children (CAS) har i 2018 undervist intet mindre end 789 drenge og 748 børn i at læse og skrive: "Digtoplæsninger, sang og drama har hjulpet børnene med at få selvtillid, med at kommunikere mere effektivt, og det har lært dem, hvordan man arbejder sammen som et team," fortæller CAS.

Hør deres stemmer som de kommer til udtryk i digte:

 

Respect Your Husband 

/Poem by Benice 

I know some girl
She does not respect 
Mother, father, family

And get five marriages 
Five children

She sits down
And she thinks
That my friends gets one Husband 
Three children 
But me

I get five husbands 
Five children

That five children 

She go to look for her
destiny
When the pastor see her

That old lady I’m talking about She was wounded 
She was smelling

She lived in the forest for
30 years 
And she never took a bath 

The girl stays with the old
lady for three days
The old lady performed a
spell, the old lady gets
A cow thigh and give it to
the girl
The girl take the cow thigh

The girl, place the cow
thigh front of the lion’s
cage. 

And the pastor says
“I see 
that girl before”
I don’t have any help 
To help her

So the pastor couldn’t tell her
to her face
And the pastor decide
He gives her a direction
she can’t do 
And the pastor tell her

Go and bring me a lion’s
breast milk 

And the girl turned
and leave
And the girl said 
Me, I do not have any

strength 
The lion eats when the

lion baby drink breast
milk 

The girl layed on the
ground
And crawled to the lion 
and took the lions breast

and pured the milk into a
bottle 

The girl went back home 
And she went to the

pastor
When the pastor saw the
girl

The pastor shouted the
girls name:
“EY! BENICE! YOU CAME
BACK! SO NOW GO! You
marry one man” 

To bring a lions breast
milk 
So I’m going to kill myself

The girl goes into a deep
forest
And decide to hang
herself
When the girl take the rob
to her neck
Some old lady shout
“DON’T KILL YOURSELF! I
WILL HELP YOU. 
But before I help you, you

help me,
You sleep with me in one
bed
We eat from one plate
We drink from one cup”

Every man who sees the
girl wants to
Marry her
But now she came to get
Plenty money
Plenty houses
Plenty cars 

So the girl became rich 
And built many houses 
And brought many cars 

The story so far should
give respect 
To the man she lives with 
And the family as a home

 

A girl who live on the street

/Poem by Gertrude, Cindy and Monica

When I was a child 
My mother took care of me

She gave me everything I wanted
Later she left me 
Alone

So I did not know what to do 
At the age of 12 years 
My lovely mother died

A Woman called me 
And said don’t worry, I will take care of
you
So in Kumasi the woman sell food 
I was staying there for a few months

That place will be a help to get money 
So Lady GaGa left me there 
I was soo angry 
And I don’t have money 
I had to sleep with a guy  

So I met a guy called Beautiful
He told me about Cas 
And said

Will I go with him?

 

The woman started treating me badly
So I ran away from Kumasi 
And I got missing

I don’t know the place I went

I met a girl called 
Lady GaGa 
She called me, Hji Hji, 
Small girl where are you going this night 
And I said 
I don’t have anywhere to stay

So she gave me place to sleep

Early in the morning 
She wake up and called me

Girl, girl get up, we are going to Kaneshie 
And I said yes, I will go with you 
So now im in Cas 

Im in sponsorship
Cas have helped me a lot
So help me to say thank you to Cas
Now see my life
OOO LO LO LO!

 

 

/Poem by Cletus

I was nine years 
When I came to the streets

I came from Kumasi
And live at Kanta now

I came to the streets in 2009 
I was nine years 
I have three sisters

I have four brothers

My father is in Accra, he lives in Madina
I live in Kanta
I color jeans and sell them 
I earn 5 cedi for on pair of jeans

I sell plenty

Im 18 years old
I was in class six 
When I stopped going to school

I was selling peer water

My name is Cletus Darko

 

 

/Poem by Linda Amakye, Hopeland

I helped someone 
In selling foods

She treated me bad
Then she threw me 
Out through the door

Way 

That moment, I missed 
My home
My daddy’s love, I’m 
Not a partaker of

 

 

Life on the street 

/Poem by Osei Emmanuel, Hopeland

Many people on the street have two or three reasons why they are there
There’re all kinds of different people on the street 
They all have different back grounds and ideas

The same way we have people who are willing to make something beneficial from the street
Others are also there just because there is freedom 

 


/Poem by Kingsley, Hopeland

The day I came to the streets 
I was having some four friends 
The first day I came to the streets 

I was with my mother before I came to the
street 
And the day I decided to go to the street

One of my friends told me
We should go swim at a worker at our
village 
My friend told me 
She have some place 
I would enjoy 

I was not happy with my mother 
My mother and father was fighting

I told my friend 
I will follow you on the streets

I came with my younger brother
Called Francis

The day I came the streets
I slept at Kasoa
I saw men and women fighting
And that day was Monday 

And I remembered my mother and father
fighting 
I wanted to tell my friend

We should go back

My brother told me, he is hungry 
We don’t have money  
My friend went and begged food 
For my brother

Next day
My friend told me
We should come to CAS 
That is the end of my story 

 

How I became a street boy

/By Hopewell, Hopeland

Long ago, I was living with my grandmother at Darkuman. Life was very smooth with me and
all of a sudden, my grandmother died a mysterious death and I was very sad about how my
life was going to be. Even though my parents were alive but how my grandmother act towards
me was very interesting and it makes me happy. So, the day my grandmother died, I got lost
control. But in all that my father came to pick me to his place and took care of me. My father
provides me everything I need to be happy in life. I was schooling, and everything was
fantastic for me, but always my father is busy going to work leaving me alone in the house. I
only see my father on weekends. I was not happy about that, so I decide to go to my mom at
Accra my father refuse to let me go. One day, I tried to escape to go and search for my mom,
but I couldn’t find her. I then went back to my father’s palace, when my father got to know
about the escape he punished me with a faulbelt. My next attempt to escape, I couldn’t find
her, so, I decide not to go home, course I know my dad will punish me again. And then I saw
two boys and joined them. That’s how I became a street boy. So let us have time for our ward
and not to punish them severely but to advice or talk to them. Thank you.  

 

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