Escuseitis - NO excuses NO more!
People tell me I've got courage, but humanity is not courage it's a duty!
WE ARE ONE!
8th August, 2015:
To all those who think I am enjoying myself sleeping on the streets, as a result of ceasing co-habitation from my husband who subjected me to Family Violence and further failed by support services funded by the Government of Malta, who fell under the umbrella of the ministry where my husband was appointed for employment on the grounds he gets rid of me first – a ministry that boasts social solidarity!
Please see my detailed court ready report titled, 'Maintenance Order - Mr Owen Bonnici', which has been marked urgent and posted online via linkedin and facebook (http://linkedin.com/in/anneagius and https://www.facebook.com.anne.agius.144); as a result of lack of action by the above mentioned and a few others, I may be forced to proceed with the EU Human Rights Courts.
How much enjoyment do you think one can gain from the following?
Waiting around all day (with a grumbling belly) for the appointed time to collect something to eat from services that are duty bound and still, only having one meal a day that does not satisfy your hunger
Practically begging with embarrassment for a little extra milk with a cup of hot water to insert a used tea bag in, to have your daily cup of tea
Being told by restaurants who throw away food every night (and lots of it), that they can't spare you anything; who then send you away making you feel guilty for asking but the bin that would rather feed, is not hungry.
Walking around all day under all whether, sometimes with sunburn all over and sometimes wet clothes sticking to your body and soggy socks from the rain with blisters at the soles of your feet popping in your shoes creating a burning sensation, because you cannot afford bus fare;;; and the justice minister refuses to respond to your email requests to meet with him at a location that is accessible to you by foot to attend a meeting that is deemed urgent - which will in affect prevent further action with the EU Human Rights Courts.
While attempting to remain productive in conditions that are less favorable, you are criticized, subject to slander and falsely accused of abusing good will - yet without the use of such resources, passing around a petition to establish a much needed services combating violence against women and their children would not be made possible... and that's just to mention one aspect, there is also the Voicebohx Campaign – a concurrent project, the need to seek employment, keeping up to date with emails (the only form of contact you have with prospective employers) and general online posts in continuing your fight for justice and efforts in raising awareness for women and children of domestic violence, a problem in this country that is on the rise - the statistics are without a doubt alarming for a country that you can hardly see on the map!
...and then, there are people who stop me at random and ask me what else they can do for me. Well to all of you who have asked with the intention of good will, here is my list.
1). PLEASE organize me a Lap Top, one that is internet ready and has Ms Word Processor in full working order – can be second hand but must NOT be stolen
2). I need more than just one meal a day - if there is someone who knows a restaurant manager/chef or owner of a food business that throws away food each night after the working day is done, please ask them to spare me one meal every night, which I will gladly collect; it’s for a homeless person, not for someone with an income who just wants to save money.
3). I would like a free cup of tea/coffee each day upon waking up so I am not walking around half asleep, as a result of broken sleep every night from having nowhere secure to lay my head when my body needs to rest… broken sleep is sharpening my senses however, is physically draining.
4). …and when I am praying the Rosary, please leave me alone. The level of insults I have to tolerate on a daily basis while having time with God, praying the Rosary as I am walking around because the churches might be shut, is much to my disgust considering this is a Roman Catholic Country. I am trying to do something good for you guys, my time with The Lord should be respected and NO, I AM NOT A JEHOVA WITNESS because I preach the word of God with passion to anyone asking questions – I am just someone who has experienced the opening of the doors and my faith ever so strong.
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FROM A COUNTRY WITH INCREASED ECONONY AS A RESULT OF THEIR ENGAGEMENT WITH THE EU?
FURTHER NOTATION:
Last night I approached a restaurant in Valletta who throw away food every night and asked them if they could kindly spare two pieces of bread because my blistered feet were not going to make it back to Sliema to be fed by the sisters. They made fun of me and started handballing my request around the kitchen acting like I was asking for a free four course meal. I left as they attempted to follow me out.
I then went to the centre square and sat there for a while tolerating belly pains and turned to God for a solution. Just as I had finished praying the Rosary, Mary approached me, a waitress from a neighboring coffee shop whom I met by accident when I first became homeless during winter; she is Romanian and has a son to a Maltese man. She asked me if I wanted something to eat. I leaped up with gladness and said yes please. She invited me to sit down at a table equally alongside other quests and served me with a meal that she willingly paid for (and a soft drink). It was filling, which gave my energy levels a boost. She then informed me that her son is at the square opposite to where we were standing being minded by his Maltese Grandmother, who was running around after him looking very tired and so I stepped in and baby sat him to give something back for all the kindness.
I love children and was sure not to let him pick up on my despair as a result of experiencing hunger and homelessness on a daily basis; children should never see such emotions, their world should be filled with laughter and positive interactions as much as practically possible. While I was entertaining this little treasure, there were people illegally taking pictures of us, which I tolerated as it was a public access area and with a child/minor in my care, I was not about to make any trouble despite my disapproval. Then a lady approached me, as he was running back to his mother and she said, 'see you're a liar, you are enjoying your life, aren’t you?' I said to her, 'I am babysitting in favor of his mother who paid for me to eat something today; and who in their right mind would bestow on a child adult hardship anyway?'. ‘What do you want me to do put him on my lap and use him as a counselor at three years old, expecting him to catch my tears?’…I continued, ‘This sweet little boy does not have to know that I am homeless and in despair going hungry almost every day, while running a campaign for community benefit to ensure to the best of my ability that no one else after me has to live like this as a result of domestic violence because of an uncompromising system that has effectively failed them too; he just has to have fun and if you're babysitting him, it's your responsibility to ensure his enjoyment as a matter of priority, isn't it?' As she walked away, I asked her to destroy all the images she and her peers have illegally taken of me and this little three year old that I was looking after, as she does not have my consent (nor his mother's) to store such images and do anything with them.
It’s not my fault that some people have got shit for brains, are full of envy and live their lives hating one another!
10th August, 2015:
This evening while heading into Valletta at approximately 9pm, I heard a child's voice call out, 'Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna...', as I entered via the main entrance where the bus lines are. I couldn't see who it was immediately and kept walking and then a little boy came running from behind to catch up with me and tugged at the back of my skirt. It was little Nicholas, that gorgeous little treasure that I minded in the city centre on Saturday Night while hubby was out with his catch of the day. Little Nicholas always puts a smile on my face. His mother had invited me to join her for a drink tonight, which she offered to pay for but I declined this time because I felt she had spent enough on me already and I didn't baby sit her son for four hours to get anything back, in fact I did it to give something back for her kindness. As I declined, little Nicolas wasn't very happy because he really wanted me to join his mother but It was just getting too late for me and I was focused on trying to finish the petition sheet, needing just a few more signatures - which I didn't end up getting anyway!
I stopped over just briefly at Pizza Hut in Valletta, the manager kindly organized a slice of Pizza and a cup of coffee for me free of charge; they have always been helpful in that place and especially during the winter months of last year when I first became homeless, I would sleep there because it’s relatively warm and the managers on duty coming in to open up would always offer me a complimentary coffee.
While I was sitting outside on their front door stop minding my own business eating away at my slice of pizza, a lady approached me who was unknown to me. She said she is from Blacktown in NSW Australia and offered me money, which I declined (as I was fed and therefore did not deem her money necessary); even at the Palace Hotel today, there was a 10eur note lying helpless on the couch that looked like it had been dropped by accident and I was sure to return it to the front desk, who were at the time taking a phone call holding an open line - multitasking I suppose. I want to be clear that I do not take money that is not mine unless it's offered and there is a need at the time… and secondly, because I have a religious belief that you cannot love money and God at the same time, I make it a point not to make money my priority - for me, it's morality before money and people first - and therefore (with regard to yesterday’s complaints…), under no circumstances would I knock on anyone's door and ask for donations on false pretences.
This lady from Blacktown, in Australia asked me if I wanted to live with other women who are also experiencing trouble in their lives? Pufff, that’s all I need, I thought sarcastically to myself (but mentioned nothing to her out of courtesy). I told her it's no longer a question of whether I want to live with anyone, my human rights have breached as a result of negligence and less favorable treatment and I am the evidence of system that fails many and simply does not work. I told her that as a result of lack of action from people who are in the prime position to assist, despite my many attempts to engage in meetings with them in order to resolve the situation peacefully, I have been left with no other option but to pursue the matter via the EU Human Rights Courts, should I need justice. She gave a very subtle warning of victimization and stated her professional position as a sales girl ONLY, not a social worker, not a government worker, not a medical practitioner nor a legal representative of any kind. Before walking away, she came across like she was concerned about rape – a female sleeping on the streets who is obviously not selling her body;;; and I told her that I have only consented to sleeping with my husband since my arrival in Malta and should anything else arise to confirm such suspicion, I will not hesitate to take the matter further in filing formal complaints and possible litigation…
I mentioned that my marriage to my husband is (to this day) intact and legally binding, as there has been no further legal action that I am aware of to suggest otherwise. I thanked her for her concerns and left it at that.
People are treating me like I’ve got money all of a sudden but I don’t still; everything I have, including the clothes on my back, are donated by the good will of others; if I had money on me (for some who likes designer clothing and has an appetite catering for four meals a day), I sure as hell would not be living like this would I?
…to demonstrate a little further;;; I am using a sun umbrella that I picked up from the top of the rubbish bin because it was broken and fixed it with my bare hands using materials that I found on the ground lying around - rope and metal. Today I found a blue blow up mattress that has a very slow air leak and used it to sleep on; by the time I woke up it was almost deflated but never the less, it's better than sleeping on hard ground. The manager at a local fast food outlet in Sliema yesterday gave me a double beef burger instead of throwing it in the bin, which I thanked her for and while petitioning last week, two ladies offered me a total of 7.50eur (which at the time I accepted because I was hungry), however, I made it clear to them before accepting any funds that the petition is free of charge as they are paying their taxes – it’s the government that should put a building for such a project as the rehabilitation centre, that I am asking and petitioning for... the funds for such a project that is intended for community benefit and not for profit, I hope to get from local banks by way of sponsorship (and local businesses) who can afford it.
To anyone who may be running around using the energy I am generating (from people by way of petitioning to support a much needed cause, giving only their signature as a choice not a requirement and fee free) to illegally extract money from them, shame on you and you will be caught as now I have suggested that people take photographs from behind their kitchen window to protect themselves from fraud; as to ascertain who is behind such immoral and deceptive activity (should it not be genuine). If there are people out there who are genuinely collecting for a good cause, then photographic identification and a tax refundable receipt should always be produced upon exchange of funds. I don't appreciate how easily the Maltese people get robbed by the bullshit of others, especially when I am trying to do something good for them and then someone else comes along discrediting my efforts by synchronizing what could be seen to be fraudulent activity, using my punch lines word for word. Greed is no friend of mine. I have also realized just how much the Maltese People have been lied to and that's one thing I have very little tolerance for; some don't even know what's going on and are blindly following the person next to them but if they had the courage to think for themselves, they would stand strong in unity instead of divided by monetary gain, hatred and greed!
NO BODY IS ABOVE ANYBODY, WE ARE ALL EQUALS AND TARNISHED FROM THE SAME BRUSH, WHETHER YOU'RE THE PRIME MINISTER'S SON OR A GARBAGE COLLECTOR, WHETHER YOU'RE A HOMELESS PERSON OR WORKING FOR THE GOVERNMENT EARNING OVER 20,000EUR PER YEAR FOR SITTING ON YOUR ASS...
http://voicebohx.wix.com/anne
http://onenation4nondiscr.wix.com/we-are-one
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Anne Agius (Gelicrisio)
Maltese ID Care - 225213L
