Vanessa Wilson
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Life in Senegal
Imagine walking by an abandoned teenage autistic boy. He was on the ground near the children’s ministry, ironically, rocking himself back and forth with drool falling from his mouth while shrieking a noise that sounded like fear covered up by laughter. He wore a thick coat of dirt on his feet and he was itching himself. I couldn’t help but notice the people walking by him and their reactions; they had none. A classy woman on the phone passed by without acknowledging him, a man in a traditional gown too. As soon as I turned the corner, I broke into tears because the worst part of this boy’s situation was that I couldn’t do anything about it; nobody could. Going from Canada, a first world country, to Senegal, a developing country, is quite interesting. There are so many details about this journey that I want to share but I would have to write down thousands of words. There are some things that affect me on a daily basis like: being the only young white woman amongst millions, white prejudices, economical injustice, cultural differences and homesickness.
By Vanessa Wilson5 years ago in Humans
Senegal in 1714
We were on our knees; our village had been found. A thick chain was tied around my neck strapping my hands behind my back down to my ankles, I could not move. It was only a few hours before dawn when we were found by the Senegalese authority. They were hunting for slaves. The commander examined us one by one, searching for fertility, strength and beauty. My wife was beside me. She was the most beautiful woman of the village. It was my turn. The men lift me up to examine the thickness of my teeth and density of my muscles.
By Vanessa Wilson5 years ago in Humans
Inevitable Love . Top Story - February 2021.
I got married to Balla 7 months after meeting him. Some people might think that it’s way too soon to get married because you “don’t even know the person”… But let me explain. Within the first 5 minutes of speaking to Balla, these three things intrusively popped into my mind: “wow, look at his eyes”, “we would make beautiful babies” and “is he... the one?” And then, I completely let him go. I didn’t even think anything of him or have a feeling of attachment towards him. In fact, I was speaking to another guy, who had just gotten my name tattooed on his chest *insert face palm emoji here* so that guy was taking up most of my attention. But I can tell you that the moment I saw Balla walk in that door, I fell in love. My conscious didn’t know it in the moment, since time is an illusion, but now that I look back at those vivid moments, my heart knew that we were compatible. I suppose it was an intuition— I just knew (but my brain did not… thank God).
By Vanessa Wilson5 years ago in Humans
