I would like to thank everybody who took part in the “It’s all Greek to me” writing competition, a component of the “It’s all Greek to me” educational blog tour which ran between June and October of this year. Entrants were required to answer one of two essay questions whilst keeping to a word limit of 750-1150 words.
I used to stay quiet in a corner, not speaking my mind taming the idea animal,..
I used to be pushed around, bullied and stepped upon,,,
I used to be manipulated, used and abused..., therefore
I used to manipulate, hate, seek revenge and abuse.
But things change, life changes and so I walk...
I walk in this path... my path, that I sometimes run through,
We are at a solemn moment, the moment when colonialism is not dead, alas, but at any rate already knows itself to be mortal. Colonialism is still able to crush and oppress, perhaps more savagely than ever. One thing is sure, however: It is mortally wounded, it knows it is perishable and has lost its historical assurance.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
