The rubbish, the chaos, the toxic fumes, everything is more intense here. Poverty stares you in the face. This is the harsh reality of life for so many millions of people, it can no longer be ignored. It is not some far off distant world, it’s right here right now; the only thing that is real.
The electricity goes; fan off, WiFi gone. The comforts of home are replaced with thick muggy air that consumes me, causing droplets of perspiration to trickle down my face.
Grateful is all I feel. So fucking grateful for everything and everyone in my life, for how lucky beyond imagination I am.
With privilege comes responsibility, duty to use what I have been given wisely. I honour those who do not have, by striving for change in a world of unequal opportunity.