will you be their one?

It took me twenty-seven years to redefine the term orphan In one fell swoop, a sweet and feisty teenage girl maneuvered her way into my heart and hunkered down in all the uncomfortable places until I had no where else to look but up. She's been there ever since - a constant reminder of the internal shift that happened to me when she first grabbed my hand on that makeshift path to her school.

And here's my confession: I don't like to think about it. Right now, I'm sitting under no less than five blankets in a comfortable apartment. I just ate my fill of rice and chicken and although the neighbors can get kinda loud, I have no worries of men taking me when then sun falls beneath the horizon and I'm still fetching water.

So here I sit, the night before a day set aside to raise awareness for human trafficking, and I'm forced to reckon with the reality of girls (and boys) across the world deal with on a daily basis. Even more - these are children who have names. Faces. Voices. I see their smiles and I hear their laughter. I know them.

And more than anything in the world I want to protect them.

 

I'm over at Help End Local Poverty today in honor of National Human Trafficking Day. Come join the conversation?

Posted on January 11, 2012 and filed under africa.