Sumani

A young woman who previously lived in the United Kingdom with her parents broke down in tears as she recounted how her life took a drastic turn after relocating to Ghana. According to her, she moved from the UK to Accra and eventually settled in Kumasi, where she became addicted to drugs and ended up living on the streets. The woman revealed that she is currently a Level 300 university student but did not provide details about the circumstances that led to her drug addiction and current situation. Overwhelmed with emotion while sharing her story, she admitted that she is struggling with substance abuse and expressed her willingness to accept help to rebuild her life and overcome the addiction.

🚨 « AUJOURD'HUI JE NE RESSENS RIEN. DEPUIS QUE TU ES MORTE, JE SUIS JUSTE VIDE...» 🕊️ Le témoignage plus que bouleversant de Yan Diomandé 🇨🇮 sur sa petite sœur Roxane, décédée à l'âge de 15 ans : « 𝑇𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢’𝑢𝑛 𝑚’𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑒́ 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗’𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑜 7 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑟 ? 𝑇𝑢 𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑠’𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑’𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ? 𝑄𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑡 𝑞𝑢’𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑐 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑢 𝑛’𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎̀ 𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛. 𝑇𝑢 𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑚’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑖 𝑎̀ 𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ, 𝑎̀ 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑎, 𝑎𝑢𝑥 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝑙’𝑂𝑙𝑦𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑘𝑜𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒... 𝑀𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑒́𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒́𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑀𝐿𝑆 𝑛𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑖. 𝐽𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑖. 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒́. 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒̂𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛. 𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑚’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑦𝑒́ 𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇𝑢 𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑛’𝑎 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒́ 𝑑’𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒. 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑗’𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒́ 𝑎̀ 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑒́𝑠 𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒́𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝐴𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑑’ℎ𝑢𝑖, 𝑗𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛. 𝐶’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖 𝑗𝑒 𝑛’𝑒́𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒, 𝑗𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐽’𝑎𝑖 𝑑𝑒́𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒́ 𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑛’𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒̂𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒́ 𝑎̀ 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒́𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐. 𝑃𝑎𝑠 𝑑’𝑒́𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒 : “𝑇𝑎 𝑠œ𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒.” 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢’𝑢𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒̂𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑠’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒́𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒́𝑒. 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑒. 𝑇𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 15 𝑎𝑛𝑠. 15 𝑎𝑛𝑠. 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒. 𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑖. 𝑇𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑒̀𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝐶𝑜̂𝑡𝑒 𝑑’𝐼𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑏𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑦𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜. 𝐴̀ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡, 𝑗𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑚. 𝐽𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒́𝑑𝑖𝑡, 𝑗𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐽𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑡. » Quand on voit le grand joueur qu'il est devenu aujourd'hui, difficile de ne pas être ému en lisant ces mots... 😢

They can never convince me their World Cup run was legit.

I must admit, I couldn’t sleep. The tears of Mama Africa woke me up. The blatant corruption, I couldn’t deal with. Yet, I woke up to young African men, singing the praises of a white man. I can’t stop crying