Poetry - In The Labyrinths of Shadows

Our Ambassador Team in Uganda have taken The Great Big Yawn to the Human Trafficking Establishments, where Jonas Opul was asked to write and deliver a poem for the women who have returned back to Uganda after being trafficked to Dubai and Asia.

Jonathan and his film making team are also in the midst of putting together a series of videos to represent The Great Big Yawn from their perspective on how it helps to provide relief in so many ways to the human mind and body.

We are in the midst of finding ways that we can help Uganda through The Great Big Yawn and educate through our Yawning Ambassadors a new paradigm of mental relief as well as physical tension to the jaw, throat, vocal chords, lungs and muscles connected to the yawn as it instills relief into our system.

Are you a Charity, Business Organisation in Uganda that can help us find ways to fund and help Jonathan and his team to get into schools, have transportation and refreshments to enable this reeducation process as we set up from scratch in the UK?

Please share, comment and bring this to attention of friends and family to help us spread our contagious YAWN of relief round the world. It is so desperately needed right now and free for everyone to participate in.

We shall leave with you Jonathans powerful words on behalf of all the trafficked souls in the world right now.

In The Shadows….

May be an image of one or more people

In the labyrinth of shadows, where whispers fade,

A tale of anguish, a haunting serenade.

There, amidst the alleys, where darkness lies,

A silent symphony of broken cries.

In the heart of the city, where dreams once soared,

Lies a girl, her innocence ignored.

Sold like chattel, a mere commodity,

In the cruel dance of human atrocity.

Her eyes, once filled with a spark of hope,

Now dulled by chains, her spirit’s scope.

Trapped in the web of trafficker’s greed,

Her every plea, a desperate creed.

Through distant lands and foreign shores,

She’s dragged, her freedom no more.

Her voice silenced by fear’s cold grip,

In the abyss of despair, she begins to slip.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer shines,

A beacon of light, amidst the confines.

A soul who dares to embrace the yawn,

And heed the call of empathy, forlorn.

A stranger’s touch, a gentle hand,

Offers solace in this barren land.

With love and kindness, they break the chains,

And lead her out of the shadows’ stains.

Though scars may linger, and wounds run deep,

In the embrace of compassion, she finds her keep.

For in the midst of human trafficking’s blight,

There’s hope in the dawn, amidst the night.

So let us rise, with hearts unbowed,

To fight the darkness, to make it proud.

And in the face of despair, let kindness be hurled,

For it’s in embracing the yawn, we’ll heal the world.

The end.

Jonathan Opul

Yawning Ambassador

Uganda