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Ce que je crois..
About this event: Journée Mondiale du Service des Jeunes 2008
Related to country: Cameroon

Translations available in: French (original) | Spanish | Italian | German | Portuguese | English | Swedish | Russian | Dutch | Arabic

What I believe.
Automatically translated into English thanks to WorldLingo
I name myself Ludewic? from do 22 years, I continue? in right to Cameroun. I am passion? E litt? ture and of Po? E. Enters? iture and? acad? ques, J ’ tries to find time N? ssaire for? E useful? communaut has? It a few times, J ’ was likely to found with friends the collective of Young talents “Youths Ahead!” or “Youth moving”. Is C ’ a collective which R? it in its centre all the young people who want to take their responsabilit? in S ’ engaging for the progr? social? nomic and cultural. Do J ’ have L ’ practice to say that C ’ is the feature D ’ union between ambition and action, in fact C ’ is more than? Is C ’ a family in whom one can find all the diversit? cultural, ethnic and social, a formidable enrichment. J ’ have really an incredible chance D ’ to form part of it.

Does my engagement, my voluntarism, come D ’ a collar? terrible, that which is made feel in our dark ghettos, and which S ’ posts in the glances blur? and vacuums of put? ux. Tr? T? did J ’ learn? to uvrir the eyes on the R? it? soci? Cameronian rong? by the cancer of L ’ social injustice, the customer? EMS, of the tribalism and all these evils which unfortunately affect the rest of the world. For me the direction of the life R? of in my capacit? ? E useful? to carry each day and? out time my contribution? construction D ’ a news soci has?. I believe that my R? in this existence if impr? sible and so dubious, C ’ is to devote all my? rgie? utter against the social “nonsenses” and? nomic which makes victims so much the every day. For me is C ’ that to live Pr? NT, food its time. Is C ’ to look without kindness the challenges of our actualit? T to think one less guilty following day.

To act, such A? my creed since L ’ age 11 years. To bring to can the groups of young my participation? E unimportant but O how much important for me, and to try B? R while going towards the others, a soci? Cameronian just. Did J ’ traverse many associations like one? me of the oc? S, accumul? E L ’ exp? in this and? blit of the relations which m ’ allowed concr? ser of the projects which I thought impossible?? iser. There are few things which compete with happiness D ’ a child? ui one gives again the smile? N friendly or? N Fr? ? ui one tightened the hand when it felt excluded and marginalis? These are the small victories which nourish my motivation and make me believe that social fatalism is an excuse to justify L ’ opposition to progress and laxism. Like do the majority of the volunteers, J ’ have envi to change the world, to put an end? pauvret has? with the wars, the pand? be and? suffering due has? ’ human intelligence m? with the risk to pour in L ’ Utopia and L ’ id? ism. I want to believe in it. J ’ need some. D ’ to maintain L ’ hope, to work without rel? E to arrive? ette fine, and to prove with the incr? that L ’ one can so only L ’ it is wanted.

One does not change the world by the waving of a magic wand, it N ’ does not have there formulas sp? ales for arr? R L ’? ulement of liters D ’ H? globine in these zones of combat O? vre is long and painful anguish. To carry peace, it is N? its really to want it and to give the means L ’ of adapting itself. D? rmination and abn? tion, humanit? T libert? voil? be pillars D ’ a soci? person in charge who N ’ waits more? E accessory to G? cides and D ’ holocausts. There N ’ are no miraculous formulae to put an end to racism? has ethnic hatred and? has religious discrimination. Is C ’ only by L ’ effort, the volont? E to include/understand others and of L ’ to accept in its diff? will NCE what L ’ one be able to transform the m? ance in confidence. Making rimer acceptance and R? nciliation. Do J ’ always have wish? onner? be Fr? S and S œ the USSR, famous unknown and dark L? ndes, the feeling that we cannot continue ourselves? vancer by ignoring us or while touching themselves with leather gloves. The barri should be broken? S linguistics, cultural and social, to finish some with Pr? G? and S ’ to open. Because S ’ to open C ’ is to build. L ’ man of XXIe if? will E be that of the pluralit? better of the pluridimensionnalit? U simply of the diversit? Do J ’ have commenc? m ’ to advance towards an almost inaccessible goal, a walk of the every day O? aque step is a life. Does a race against-the-show which makes each second gagn? a victory over L ’ unacceptable.

Out of Cr? T the collective “Youths Ahead! ”, we wanted to trace a new way which combines L ’ ambition? ’ action. To inculcate to the young people the direction responsabilit? a new vision of the world enracin? in the R? exion and not exclusively in passion. I am proud D ’ to belong? communaut has? aking it total and with total the youth action network, I smell myself less only and included/understood better by these people who as me seek this qu ’ there is the best for this world. Will J ’ also go far qu ’ one needs it to set up a soci? more? litaire. I make D? nitivement party of “Youth moving”.

Time is Life.

Ludewic Mac Kwin.


April 22, 2008 | 7:55 AM Comments  1 comments



Yaoundé by Night..
About this event: Journée Mondiale du Service des Jeunes 2008
Related to country: Cameroon

Translations available in: French (original) | Spanish | Italian | German | Portuguese | English | Swedish | Russian | Dutch | Arabic

Yaound? y Night.
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When S ’? the lumi ignent? S of the night, under the R? Rb? S badly? air? sleep the lapse of memory? evening? insane of Yaound? Forks and spoons by old paperboards, they prot? does NT counter a cold become sib? in during year?. What is they, these things that L ’ one? you with D? ur D ’ a street as if they carried the darkest wounds of this city? What is they, these? ves which is? or? with the corner of L ’ unconcern of this splendid universe O? of full fires the garlands of this fine D ’ year illent?? They are children, young teenagers who are R? gi? in the street? ’ shelter D ’ a step? ui N ’ is never tr? far. Former child prodigies, future gangsters and D? D? nquants in power, no one knows exactly only their R? rve this life? angel whose direction seems them? apper. They are D? rmais livr? with F? won't these spectra of the night, they miss? ersonne bus at the bottom that are they? Nothing D ’ int? its, very of D? aisant. The passers by which S ’ go from there some share? orce to see them the every day, is wearied to sympathize and ends up freezing to them sensibilit? By see bodies covered of newspaper on the public benches, one ends up erasing them of this field qu ’ is the world. And? E to think qu ’? magic of No has? and? E statement, a little ashamed, that put? is world one really satur?
The round point central, crossroads of all them? S recluses, night oasis of all the escapades in love? ncelle the city by giving him paces F? ic. Surmont? by a stem L ’? island of the shepherd? surface downtown area like indicating to the passers by which H? NT, the way of happiness. Is C ’ No? does L ’ one breathe? haque step life. Are the smiles accroch?? be merry faces, while the shopping centres does not cease D ’ accomodating L ’ enthusiasm my? anger of the customers. Do such of the spectra, they haunt the places O? does money run? do batch, they S ’ clutch with the arms of the men and, with their fran? S lame, R? ament the charit? piti is offered to them?
L ’ single true R? tion of the autorit? is C ’ D ’ to send police officers for qu ’ they clean the town of these ind? fires-rake. Do the social services have since renonc? to make their work, fault of means. Only associations and ONG local still try D ’ to believe in it. They come to them to assistance by an assumption of responsibility in order to ensure a vocational training to them concr? who can allow them to leave the street and to tear off them with the claws of gangster. But isn't spot N ’ board? especially qu ’ a return? and hell of the street for these children, these young people, these Fr? S N ’ is not excluded.
The weather is black and cold in this night of D? mbre, Yaound? St out of F? , from the thousands of people come S ’ to amuse and live fabulous moments. There is which crosses the Boulevard of May 20 in waterspout partag? ntre D? LMBO of the festivals organis?? and L? and songs of sir? S of the street of the joy. Surveying Al? boulevard Kennedy, L ’ one finds in small bands these teenagers of the street, smoking of hemp and drinking Bi?. For is their sight it necessary? E courageous to remain on the m? would pavement, one say pitbulls Pr? ? order. Is C ’ the violence which is their language, only courtesy qu ’ they know, it is L ’ expression of their mani? of living, D ’? E Pr? NT and accept? rear a pitiless universe. Does one have for stigmatizing them as much and fearing them? It would be the worst attitude and by far most irresponsible.
Between prostitution and modern slave system, the difficult existence of the children of the street D? does any understanding, it N ’ have qu ’ there? be to intend to speak about their daily newspaper to measure L ’ extent of the human drama which is played in the streets of this splendid capital. One should not? E an expert in the mati? or a sociologist informed to include/understand the suffering of these young teenagers who could have had a course diff? didn't NT so only the life have R to them? rv? ’ one of its trag? be it has the secrecy. When one looks in their eyes, one can foresee a desire there for leaving this infernal spiral in which they are taken, in tenaill? between the claws of the men D? demented person plus Pr? teurs that wolves. A few months ago, a local newspaper did its one on a terrible history D ’ a child retrouv?? pit? T the bodies G? rate flight? was the body retrouv? R? D ’ D? arge municipal. Does nobody know really D ’ O? came, one knew right qu ’ it slept in the street in company D ’ other teenagers of his age. A news which made large? I, and much of noise. Unfortunately did mobilization qu ’ have suscit? did this business fall down in m? time what L ’? tion which L ’ had port? Doesn't no one know yet how much D ’ children have? victims of these R? at since this business, but at the bottom which feels concern?

Yaound? essemble? princess deadened with the premi? S hours of the morning? leaving the cin? Th? Re Abbia and in D? bulant jusqu ’? has Poste, it offers? insomniac ’ a FRA? or particuli? , as a kind of morning caress. But for these lost children who grelottent under the cold, the morning? are hard and less impr?? of romanticism. A news journ? already D has? T? it will be necessary to gain some under by multiplying the small m? ers, to make the sleeve or S ’ to devote to the larceny. As what life N ’ is not always and for everyone full D ’ hope.

Ludewic Mac Kwin the Davy one