When no one owns it, who cares for It?
Greeting Steemit Family
There are moments when you stand still and just observe… and something ordinary begins to speak in a deeper way.
Today, I found myself standing on a small bridge here in Limbe. Nothing special about the bridge itself, just one of those quiet spots people pass every day without a second thought. But as I paused and looked down, my attention settled on the narrow water path flowing beneath.
At first glance, everything looked fresh. The greenery on both sides felt alive, banana leaves stretching out, and grasses growing freely. Nature is doing its thing without permission from anyone. For a moment, it almost felt untouched.
But the longer I stood there, the more I began to notice the details. This water path, like many in our local urban communities, belongs to no one. Yet somehow, it is affected by everyone. It flows quietly, making its way through the area, eventually heading toward the sea. It does not ask for space, it does not demand attention. It just moves, carrying whatever comes its way.
And that’s where the reflection began. In places like Limbe, we often see spaces like this as no man’s land. Because it does not have a clear owner, people begin to treat it casually. Some dump waste nearby, others slowly extend their boundaries toward it, almost claiming what was never theirs to begin with.
It is a quiet kind of takeover, unspoken, gradual, and often unnoticed until the space begins to change. Standing there, I could not ignore that contrast. On one side, nature is trying to remain fresh and alive. On the other hand, signs of human presence are slowly creeping in. It raises a simple but important question:
When something belongs to everyone, does it end up being cared for or neglected?
This small water path may not look significant, but it plays its role. It carries water, supports plant life, and connects directly to the sea. What happens here does not stay here. It flows outward. And that alone makes it worth paying attention to.
There is something about moments like this that bring awareness without forcing it. You are not being lectured, you are just seeing things as they are. And sometimes, that is enough to shift your thinking, even slightly. We do not always need big conversations to start change. Sometimes, it begins with simply noticing. Noticing what we overlook. Noticing what we assume does not matter.
As I stood on that bridge a little longer, I realized it was not just about the water path. It was about responsibility. Not ownership in the sense of this is mine, but ownership in the sense of this concerns me. Whether we acknowledge it or not, spaces like this are part of our environment, our community, our daily lives.
And maybe that is where it starts. Not with big actions, but with small awareness. Because sometimes, all it takes is standing still on a bridge and truly seeing what flows beneath.
Cheers
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@fombae