Raindrops on Rebels

Thursday, November 24th, 2011

Little drops of rain... A million man protest of less than a hundred thousand.. A few chants, some singing, others sleeping, others writing on foam plates... A few more drops... The air is worrying... Sexual harassment, stealing, begging... Not the place we know, something is different. More rain, heavier rain, a few cheers, a few smiles, a bit of hope... People running out... Some stop and get right back in. The rain is so heavy... Everything stops... One chant shouted in unison... Ya Rab... Hands held up... Ya Rab... Faces washed with raindrops... Ya Rab. Smiling faces... Ya Rab... More people run back in... Ya Rab... A man passes by the crowd, "grant us victory" the crowd answers back... Ya Rab... Even more rain... Everyone is soaked... It gets more cold... People start jumping... We won't leave, he leaves, we won't leave, we won't leave... Heavier rain... The sound of raindrops falling to the ground, falling on our souls, is mixed with the sound of laughter... Very high spirits... Renewed spirits... We won't leave. A small black umbrella, held by one, ten standing below it... We won't leave. Men with jackets on their heads... We won't leave. A man wearing a plastic bag on his head... We won't leave. The rain increases, so does the number of people, so does the sound of roaring chants, so does the sound of laughter. A man passes by the crowd... The people demand the ouster of the field marshal. Everyone answers back... The people demand the ouster of the field marshal.

I look to the sky, raindrops get right into my eyes and I feel it. I feel this energy sent to us from above, support. It's a message... Keep going, don't give up, fight for your right, stay strong. New friends are made, smiles from unknown faces, laughter at how wet we are. YA RAB... laughter... YA RAB. Down with the SCAF... laughter... we won't leave. I'm happy, we're all happy. The message is received, belief is back, it's back to stay, to stay strong. Brrrrr... We won't leave... laughter... Some sitting by a small fire.... Plastic tents going up... More rain... More chants... More hope... More power.... More power... More power. No one left, those who were running were still there... hiding out of the rain, but still living the experience, listening to the message, given the power.

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  1. same night while we are standing under the entrance of a mogma3 as a protection from rains, beside me there was a beautiful lady in a middle of conversation with people then seller of "smeet" run to us with wet "smeet"
    then the lady bought from him all smeet and tell him to give every body need.

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