Realistically,
people won’t stop telling their stories in the light of experiences because
they feel pain, go through hell to get it done and encrypt their heart with
agonize memories for the day. Experiencing this mess in this world of ton and
thorns, words remain the only thing to inscribe in their heart when they begin
to break their experiences realistically, of how the today and tomorrow is already shape for them.
In this
tent, every hour of the day especially in the evening different colours, tribe,
and peer-group, adult, unemployed and casual employees come to have their
remaining time spent in this tent. These classes of people don’t just come to
have fun but to complete the hour left with a cup of dry gin and a burning chew
stick in the mouth.
Reading
pages upon pages with their own mouth, they tell exactly how life for them
travel without direction to an endless misery craft for them to live, by the
fat in the palace. The retired pensioners who usually visit this place tell
their own version of experience when they were young. On their words they will
say, up till this moment nothing really have change is still the same routine
of life, poverty and crisis that continue to confront society. What this really
explains is that lives of the poor class in the ghetto haven’t changed is still
the same garment this other side continues to wear.
From
observation in this little tent with bundles of broken lives and stories, is
seen as one home of consolation, intellectual discussions, social interaction
and friendliness where different brains from different level of consciousness
but one class in this block, share their tons of experience at every space and
time of event in the society of shattered dreams.
Issues that
float in the atmosphere in this tent are politics, economy and social
contradiction. Love and romance is not also left out, because a lot of the
youth living under high cable of frustration in this block the tent is situated,
participate in this discuss to keep their body and soul soothed from the sobs
of emotional disconnection and social hit confronting their world of reality. A
lot of these youth that are confused over what surround their mind while the
day roll behind them, they begin to get things cleared through discussion
clouding this place.
Is a
household name title Marley’s tent, is open always for
every wounded heart to visit and share their words and experiences that weigh
plight and plague of what live with them, the system their stories hate,
usually come here to feel at home by realistically relating their stories conjunctive with clauses that picture the real world they live in the ghetto.
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