The Future of Humanity

Sahr Lord Emmawa

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A young man named Emmateh found himself in a charitable organisation called Don Bosco. In Don Bosco he encountered some white salesians who came from different parts of the developed world. In Don Bosco Emmateh gained scholarship to go to Australia and study theology. Australia invented a unique medication to modify his intellect. His way of thinking, his imagination and his wisdom. The drug empowered him to propose a fantastic idea in a paper he wrote to the Secretary-General of the United Nations. He called the idea “The Future of Humanity.” This idea gained popularity worldwide. Finally, there was a huge campaign and support to bring his idea to life. Now, find out about Emmateh and his great idea.

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Juan Bosco
• John Bosco
• Jean Bosco
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 29 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982296704
• Langue: English

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The Future of Humanity
SAHR LORD EMMAWA


 
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9669-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9670-4 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 11/29/2023
CONTENTS
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Part Two
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten

For all the Don Bosco boys
My imagination is mightier than my tongue or my speech, and even my knowledge
I love imagination, wisdom, curiosity, intelligence and great ideas
The purpose of this book is to provoke you to think
Part One
CHAPTER ONE

Emmateh has been pondering over the idea of going to Freetown, the capital city of Sierra Leone. He has just completed his final year of high school external exams. It was a long holiday as he waits for his results. It was a holiday he could spend enjoying himself, a holiday worth celebrating. All the students who sat for these exams were enjoying the holiday as they wait to enter University. After hard work one can celebrate in confidence and in peace. An indeed, Emmateh was thinking of enjoying the holiday by travelling to Freetown to join a charitable organization called Don Bosco. The main mission of Don Bosco is to look after, to support some unfortunate and poor street boys. That is not his first time of going to Don Bosco. The truth is that he grew up in Freetown. He did his primary and junior secondary school education in Freetown.
Long ago, when Emmateh completed his primary school with the best result in his school, he was taken to Kono to continue his junior secondary school there. Emmateh did not like living in Kono and he escaped and went back to Freetown. When he returned to Freetown, he did not go to any of his relatives he knows in Freetown. He decided to find a way to live in the city. Enjoying himself, Emmateh was caught by the police gallivanting around the streets of Freetown very late at night. Freetown is a city that never sleeps, but from time to time the police randomly search the city for criminals, vagrants and vagabonds and the like. Emmateh was caught and put in the police van and taken to the police station where he passed the night. That was his first time to sleep in a cell in a police station. Unfortunately, he was awake throughout the night. In spite of the fact that he was engaged thinking about what might happen to him in the morning, his cellmates were making a lot of noise. They were frequently busy banging on the steel doors and shouting aloud, “Get me out of here, I am not suppose to be here, this is not where I belong. There is no justice in our legal system. You are all corrupt, and I am saying the truth—get me out of this bloody and nasty place.” The cells were pretty close and the cellmates could hear themselves one after the other echoing louder and louder in the dark and silent night. All Emmateh could do was to smile to himself in the darkness. He thought to himself, “These could be the maddest blokes of Freetown.”
In the morning, the police officers saw that Emmateh’s own case was a minor one and therefore, they took him out of the cell and gave him a task to do. Emmateh cleaned the police station and put everything in order. After which he was given a little breakfast. He was beginning to feel the downside of living outside of one’s home and of living independently. Emmateh finished his breakfast, and he was called into an office by a senior police officer. He was somehow nervous and was thinking of what might happen next.
Emmateh entered the office and stood behind the chair looking around. The senior police officer said to him, “You may sit down.” Emmateh said, “Thanks.” And he sat down. The senior police officer asked Emmateh to explain why he was found wandering the streets of Freetown in the dead night. Emmateh explained everything to the senior police officer. He told him that he had been living with his father in Kono—the Eastern Province. He told the senior police officer that he did not like living in Kono that was why he ran away to come and find a way to live a better life in the city—Freetown. The senior police officer said, “I know Kono, it is a nice place to be. It is not a village, why you do not want to live in Kono?” Emmateh replied, “I do not know. I just want to live in the city.” The senior police officer asked him, “Do you have any place to live here in the city?” Emmateh replied, “No.” The senior police officer asked him again, “How do you expect to live here in the city? How can you start a life in Freetown; where nobody cares about anybody?” Emmateh gave no relevant answers to the next few questions of the senior police officer. They talked so on for so long.
At the end of their conversation, the senior police officer said to Emmateh, “There is only one way I can help you. There is a man that comes here quite often for young men like you, young men in your situation.” The senior police officer reclined in his chair and continued, “The man I am telling you about knows an organisation that looks after young men like you.” Emmateh asked some questions, and the senior police officer answered his questions. He looked frightened and he asked some more questions. The senior police officer said to him bluntly, “Look young man, my profession is to look after or protect the citizens of this wonderful nation. I have respect for the law. I do not know very much about the organisation, but I cannot send you to a dangerous place. Also, I cannot ask you to put your hands into your pockets for my own personal gain. I am a different police officer. Do not worry they will take a good care of you.” Shortly, the senior police officer said, “My time with you is expiring and I have other things to do.” The senior police officer called a constable and told him to take Emmateh to a vacant room in the police station. Emmateh was taken away to wait in the room. Emmateh waited in the room for some hours, pacing up and down and racking his brains about what might happen next; he was thinking about where he will be taken to.
After Emmateh had been in the room for some hours, he heard some of the police officers laughing and shouting the words in Krio as a form of announcement, “Who da fo bete go bete.” Meaning (He who must prosper will prosper). In a kind of joke, the police officers shouted these words over and again. They said to “Who da fo bete go bete” “You are welcome sir. We have a young man here for you.” They had a short chat. The senior police officer who spoke with Emmateh before and planned to help him, called for “Who da fo bete go bete” in his office. The senior police officer and “Who da fo bete go bete” talked about issues. The senior police officer asked for more information about the organisation. And “Who da fo bete go bete” told him all he knows about the organisation. At the end of their conversation, the senior police officer called a constable and ordered him to handover Emmateh to “Who da fo bete go bete”. Emmateh was taken out of the room with nothing. But “Who da fo bete go bete” was not surprised, he had seen boys of the poorest quality or lowest standard. “Who da fo bete go bete” said goodbye to the police officers and went away with Emmateh.
On their way, “Who da fo bete go bete” asked Emmateh, “Are you hungry?” And Emmateh replied, “Yes, I am a bit hungry. I had a breakfast at the police station but it was not enough.” “Who da fo bete go bete” took Emmateh to a restaurant for a decent meal. They ate and chatted. Emmateh asked about the organisation he is going to. And “Who da fo bete go bete” told him a lot about the organisation. He told Emmateh that the name of the organisation is Don Bosco. And that Don Bosco is a charitable organisation. It is a good place for good boys. “Who da fo bete go bete” further said to Emmateh, “I can see, by the looks of it, you are such a calculated young man. In Don Bosco you will meet many gifted boys there like you. And above all, you will fit in Don Bosco.” While they eat and talk “Who da fo bete go bete” felt thirsty and he was hiccupping. He bought a pla