Brave New World!

-You are John and have just had your first experience of the new world and its citizens. Write your thoughts

As i stepped out of the helicopter with my backpack strapped to my back, I felt a rush of anxiety and excitement. The smell of fresh air tickled my nose, and calming music danced around in my ears. The scenery, beautiful, with high-rise buildings. Yet with everything, something was missing.

Being a mutant, I knew nothing; therefore in desperation, I looked around in hope to find answers to questions I had not yet even asked, whether it be to Bernard, Lenina, Linda or even myself. This world seemed artificial, clinical and dull. I then realised that wanting to fit in, in this new world, was just as difficult as longing to belong in the savage world. Impossible. Walking behind Bernard, curious altogether, I wished to understand his views and thoughts about the world he lived in. With all this in mind, a group of young boys walked past, all staring at me. Looking closely at the foreign faces, I realised they were all the same, along with the same body structure, eye colour and the way in which they moved. Realising my puzzled face, Bernard decided to ‘fill me in’, “We’re made in test tubes here” yet his voice was faint within my head, and was drowned by my thoughts. Everything around me smelled sterile, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance all at once. Something wasn’t right.

I saw no families, no mothers and fathers embracing their children as we had in the savage world. Linda had told me years ago, that this is how things were here, yet I never quite believed her, till now that is. As I walked past two young girls approximately the age of nine, I overheard one say to the other, “everyone for everyone else”. ‘Is this why Linda and I were never accepted in the savage world?’ I asked myself. ‘Nobody understood the ways of the new world.’ It was almost night time and we had to rush to Bernard’s apartment, yet before we did so, he took us to his work place, “The Fertility Centre” he called it. As we entered, the smell of unborn life reeked; loud machines and pure white walls and lighting surrounded the place. Test tubes lay secretly on the tables, as if waiting to be examined and approved.

“What is all this?” I asked, yet no one answered me; then, there before me, he stood, the man I had waited all my life to see. It was all so peculiar, yet so artificial, and I did not like the place, and saw no reason as to why any of these people should, yet everyone seemed happy, something I wasn’t feeling, so there was supposedly something right about the new world, something I obviously knew nothing about. Yet as I fell before his feet, from his head to his toes, he was clean, spotless and ageless, as was the floor I was now staring at. A roar of laughter broke out, and from then, my mind had been made up. Belonging was not in the question.

Diary Entries!

Imagine your city has been invaded by a foreign country. Write 4 diary entries for the four days following the invasion.

 

December  7, 2010

Today was not like every other day. I woke up with a cold chill down my spine, with the sun blazing down on me.  It's the middle of summer, and I feel cold. The sky here in South Africa is not as happy as it once was just a few hours before, it's dark and pain-filled with a tinge of red, as if to reflect the colour of the blood spilled on our beautiful land. These foreigners have barged in and dominated everything we own, demanding our land, families, children and food. There's so much havoc, screams and tears all around me, I can barely breathe it's unbearable.

As of now, I have to go, as we are being held hostage, as they plan on moving us to a different location. Until then.

 

Hoping for a miracle. x 

December 8, 2010

It's now the second day and my friends and family are in a state of utter shock as we have just witnessed a soldier shoot a man trying to escape. We have moved to a country just outside South Africa called Mozambique. I must say, that positively speaking, it is rather beautiful with a very friendly and tranquil atmosphere.

Earlier today, we woke up 2 hours before we could see the sun for an early start. The soldiers that were leading us walked proud and upright in their green uniforms. I managed to recognize from one of the badges that they were Spanish. "What are you looking at?" the soldier asked, with a look that demand an answer. "N-n- nothing, I was just looking at your b-b-badges" as i stuttered my answer. His look softened and he smiled down at me. That's a good sign isn't it? It supposed to mean that everything's going to be alright.

I bruised my shin in the course of our journey from one place to another. It's been hours since we've been sitting in this van, and my butt cheeks have been numb for quite some time now. The sun has also started to set, and to my surprise, we have come to a stop. We are ordered to set up a camp, therefore I will keep you updated.

Hoping for a miracle. x

 

December 9, 2010

I'm tired, I haven't showered in two days now, and I'm slowly growing impatient and restless. I wish things could go back to the way they were. It's all too much to handle right now.

Earlier, one of the soldiers ordered me to cook, serve and fetch them water. I'm tired and fed up!

We are situated in another part of South Africa called Nelspruit. We reached by crossing Mozambique because it's a bit quicker that way. I also over heard one of the soldiers speaking about us helping them take over the country, which terrifies me, because what will happen to everyone. These people are ruthless and aggressive. One man tried to run away, and another disrespected one of the soldiers, and in no time, both men were thrown into a pit and shot several times. Blood splattered everywhere, I even got some on the shirt I'm wearing. It was dreadful to watch, as they screamed for their lives when the first two or three shots were fired, with the bullets piercing through their skin.

There they call me again, these lazy, good-for-nothing soldiers. I have to leave now. I'll be sure to write again tomorrow. Until then!

Hoping for a miracle. x

 

December 10, 2010

In 15 days its Christmas, and I'm sitting here with a feeling that it's the end of the world, or worse, I feel like I'm in hell. It's hot and humid, and I can barely breathe. In a few minutes, we have to climb mountains and hills to get to the other side, where we are going to be "trained to serve" so they say. I am this close to trying to escape. It's just all too much to handle. There are about 20 of us left, and we are, by all means, trying to be positive and stick together, yet fear and anger have dominated our minds bodies and souls. Why does no one come help us. The South African army or SOMETHING. Let them declare it the end of the war, just something to make it all right again. I've been working for these people so hard the past two days, I now have blisters on my feet and hands, and because they're soldiers, they say "it's small thing" with their weird Spanish accents. Agh, men! What ever happened to maintaining world peace I wonder. It either does not exist in their country, or they choose to ignore it. Either way, I loathe the situation at hand...

They speak about keeping us longer, until we're obedient, yet I don't think our attitudes will change, but how much longer do they want to keep us? Our hopes and dreams have risen and set with the sun these past four days, that I don't think I can hope for anything any longer...

Given Up. x

World Peace!

World peace, as we see it, is freedom, end of wars and happiness amongst all nations or people of this world. World peace is an ideal imagination of non-violence and everyone getting along with one another, yet world peace is also joy, love and happiness.

"Peace." This word alone carries so much joy and meaning, yet is almost impossible to attain. Peace to me is working together to live a better life. It means the end of wars, the end of poverty and so much more that is destroyed by the lack of world peace. If man kind could lend a hand in the hardest of times, even  with the most minor events or situations, the world would become a much better place.

Peace is about love for one another, as well as love for ones self and the world we live in today. Peace is all about working together, to make the world a better place. The first step to peace is by feeding the hungry and not turning the other cheek, it's about helping those affected by war, poverty and diseases. Lending a helping hand not only creates a better world, it also creates a better you! If we take the time to separate ourselves from our every day routines, and take the time to share and care for those around us, we would be able to hear the desperate cries of not only adults, but of children as well.

Some say that peace is unattainable, yet i believe that if people could take a moment to put their differences aside, the differences that they believe are relevant such as race, size, nationality, etc, and realize that we are all human beings, living in the same world, a world that unites us as individuals, a world where we all took your first steps, shared our first laughs, shared tears and also fell in love. That is the world we are now destroying, only because we believe that others are unworthy of love and attention. If we all believed, and took the first few steps towards achieving world peace, I believe we can make it, For nothing is impossible if we only try!

We Can Make It If We Stand Together!

Caring For Others, Or Turning into Animals?

Dubai: Adam Pollack — a prominent sportsman and a member of Dubai Roadsters cycling club — died due to injuries he sustained after his bicycle collided with a motorcycle on October 15.
The motorcyclist also died in the tragic accident.
The 44-year-old father of four was a keen sportsman. Wolfgang Hohmann, owner of Wolfi's Bike Shop and also a member of the cycling club, told Gulf News that Pollack was very excited about the sport.
"He had been very sporty in the past and wanted to get back into sport. He was a regular and rode with us in Dubai. There were also rides in Hatta that he would go out to," he said.
Hohmann said Pollack bought his bike from his shop and that a friend had introduced him to the sport. "People should be aware and look out for each other. Be careful, be aware, because your life can end at any second. Two men lost their lives on that day. We need to learn from this... we have to be careful. It's a very sad story," Hohmann said.

Isn't it funny how people these days aren't considerate of those around them?
Nowadays, people fail to acknowledge the fact that the world does not revolve around them. They should take caution in their actions.

It is well known that motorcyclists do not take note in the way they ride their motorcycles, which increases the risk of other peoples lives in danger. this is what happened to Adam Pollack. Both the motorcyclist and Adam Pollack would still be alive today, if bikers were more careful.
Today we live in a world where it's all about appearance and where other people's opinions matter. Where stunts on the road are considered "cool", ignorant of the fact that there are others around them that have friends and loved ones.

We should not be selfish with our actions, and risk other peoples' lives, we, as human beings, should look after one another, because if we don't, who will? We'd then all be better off called animals, and someone's life being taken should not be the point where we realise this.

Life's not all about us, therefore lets consider and care for others around us.

Being A Phenominal Woman!

Phenomenal Woman

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
  -Maya Angelou

This poem by Maya Angelou not only inspires us as women, but it builds our moral and self esteem to believe that we can be who we want to be, do things the way we desire and that we are good enough, not only for ourselves, but for everyone else around us. It also reveals to us that women are the back bones of the world, that we have the power to carry the world on our shoulders and still smile at the end of the day. Being grateful for every day, and for every trial that comes our way, because it only makes us stronger.