Society is largely indifferent until you disrupt the status quo

 

 

Anyone sleeping at a central station, battling addiction or alcohol, or fighting invisible challenges deserves understanding, not condemnation.

 

People don't devote their mental energy to you when you're unknown, since they are preoccupied with their own lives. They don't give a damn about you, but when you start adding value and finding solutions to issues, you may make friends or enemies. The decisions we make, the places we live in, and the dignity we grant ourselves all influence who we are. If I were an addict, I doubt that I would have become the person I am now.

 

My objectives, perseverance, sense of purpose, and support for other Africans dealing with a range of difficulties, such as visiting Africans facing challenges in Belgium and the Netherlands, would most likely not exist in the same shape if my life had gone in a different direction. Many people believe that Europe is a utopia, yet mental health problems might arise if you are cognitively, emotionally, or spiritually weak.

 

Many Africans in Europe have either developed mental health issues or become alcoholics or drug addicts. I don't condemn them, but I wish they had the will and strength to face the unexpected situations that many Africans find intolerable, which ultimately force them into the dark tunnels of no return. Sometimes, I wonder why some Africans came to Europe.

It’s one of those uncomfortable truths about human behavior that almost everyone feels at some point in life. When you’re “nobody,” you don’t threaten anyone’s sense of place, identity, or comfort. However, why is it that society doesn't care about you if you are nobody, but as soon as you try to achieve something, all eyes are on you, and they want to bring you down?

 

In the social system, you are invisible, but as soon as you begin to rise, even the little movement you make attracts notice. While some find it intimidating, others find it admirable. Since I entered the world on my own at the age of nineteen following the unexpected death of my father, I have experience with challenges and an understanding of the facets of human life.

 

Your growth forces people to confront their own stagnation. Instead of asking, “Why am I not improving?” it’s easier for them to say, “Who does he think he is?” Crucify him! Life is extremely difficult, but it wasn't created by God; rather, those who aren't prepared to accept the truth, or think being a Black man means you are not a human being, will make your life miserable.

 

Being a doormat means allowing others to take advantage of you without setting boundaries. If you consistently prioritize others’ needs over your own and suppress your opinions to please everyone, you risk being seen as someone who can be easily walked over. When I die, nobody will remember me as a thief who stole bread to eat at the supermarket in Antwerp, but as an African writer who suffered a great deal because of the truth.

 

I will neither be an alcoholic nor a drug addict. It clouds judgment, weakens the body, and numbs the spirit. It replaces hope with dependency and steals the clarity needed to make meaningful decisions. If I were trapped in that cycle, I would not have the mental freedom to reflect, to learn, to build, and to be a celebrity without appearing on television.  

 

The person I am today, capable, reflective, and driven, exists because I have been able to stand on my own feet, face challenges with a clear mind, and pursue my goals with intention. I have been able to choose growth over stagnation and purpose over despair. That doesn’t make me superior to anyone struggling; it simply means I recognize how fragile identity can be and how delicate life can be; therefore, you need to step in the right direction.

 

This reflection is not about judgment but about gratitude. It is a reminder that dignity is not guaranteed, and that compassion is essential. Anyone sleeping at a central station, battling addiction, or fighting invisible battles deserves understanding, not condemnation. Their story could have been mine. My story could have been theirs. The line between us is thinner than we like to admit.

 

In acknowledging this, I honor both my own journey and the humanity of those who walk a harder road. The truth deepens my appreciation for the life I have while strengthening my empathy for those still searching for theirs.

DRUG ADDICT PREGNANT WOMEN KILLING BABIES SOFTLY

A pregnant drug addict



A drug-addicted pregnant woman has no conscience, sympathy, and remorse for the child she is carrying in her womb. All that she cares about is more drugs to satisfy her demand. The more they take it, the more they want it, talking about hard drugs like crack and cocaine.


Due to the constant taking of drugs which in turn take its toll on them, the possibility of damaging her fetus cannot be prevented. Some infants are born with deformed hearts, digestive systems, lungs, and limbs. Others develop serious or strange sicknesses as they grow.

A drug-addicted woman has no time for herself and her baby. Drugs induce them to neglect their babies. The common idea to feed her baby is not worthy and when they do, the children are inadequately fed. 

A pregnant drug-addicted woman is always penniless. They sell whatever they have to raise money for drugs and many times, they abuse themselves more by selling their bodies. Some of these acts take place in front of the children.

It hurts to see an innocent baby going through such an ordeal because of the acts of an irresponsible mother. If they know that time is not available to take care of a child, why do they give birth to babies, without prevention? 

In the past, many have suggested that such mothers should face punishment. As a matter of fact, neither punishment nor treatment for mothers can improve things. There are many drug addicts that were helped to get off drugs but later went into it again.

The only solution is the babies have to be taken from them. If there is any law which allows an addicted mother to have her child, that law must be abolished. Drug addicted mothers should be banned not to see their children. 

Giving birth to a child without seeing them could hunt a mother for the rest of her life than one living in a haunted house. That could teach them a lesson in a very hard way. Even though some may not care about such actions, this is one important solution to reduce the birth rate of these irresponsible women.

Drug addicted mothers threaten the well-being of their children. If a mother can't take care of herself how can she take care of her child? Instead of trusting these children to the care of mothers who are killing the children softly, the children should rather be protected. Save the children.