Taking a sip of water and making small talk with my cousins who had accompanied me to the dinner, I noticed a small child with a smile that lit up the room. Her name was Salee and she had lost both legs to an American missile attack that also deprived her of a brother and a cousin. We were gathered to hear Salee’s story and the plight of thousands of Iraqi children like her.
I was raised in Nigeria amid religious, ethnic and tribal divisions. Rampant corruption oozed from every pore of the community where I was raised. As it always is, the children suffered most, often being used as pawns for criminals bargaining for ransom, or as objects for all manners of abuse. Growing up, I witnessed endless abuse against children and lost playmates to kidnapping. Hearing Salee’s story reminded me of the reality of war. Despite all she had been through, her smile remained. For pure hands-on impact, the Fast-a-thon eclipsed all of my university education, which had only relayed figures and facts. So I was motivated to take action. Violent conflicts have consequences and Salee was a perfect example.
I wanted to be constructive. I wanted to be actively engaged. And I found this as a court appointed advocate. As an advocate, I worked for children dealing with abuse and neglect, working hand in hand with social workers and the system. Through my advocacy, I had the opportunity to dive into problems and find ways to help the children; through counseling or simply through one on one conversation. Meeting children caught in the middle of their parents’ poor decisions placed me in a position of great sympathy for them. This sympathy pushed me to work harder for their wellbeing.
Through my work as an advocate, another issue came to my attention: that of poverty among minorities and how it has played a role in the lives of children. The cases I handled involved one parent working a minimum wage job and surviving on their children’s social security checks, while the other parent stole those checks for personal use.
I found in these children a new sense of enlightenment when it became clear that they had a say in how their lives were to be affected. There is an unmatched honesty in working for children. Their lives are dependent on our doing our best work for them. Of course, I also understood the implications of failing to represent their interests to the best of my abilities. That knowledge has affirmed my decision to fight for their rights as the correct one for me. The lesson I learned is that the youngest among us deserve a voice, and to have their wellbeing looked after.
Through this I have gained an understanding that representing a cause goes beyond mere advocacy. Rather, it is about seeing below the surface, and understanding the value of action. That is what has steered me towards law school, where I hope to go beyond the courtroom and become a voice that can effectively spark a change in the way children’s rights are implemented. I feel that the rights of children are a measure of the human rights of a civilization.
I hope to use my education to access international children’s organizations that focus on human rights and policies, and to one day influence the enforcement of those policies.
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