I see Africans killing Africans. I see a farmer’s wife burnt to death by boiling water. I see a farmer beating a farmworker. I see a husband giving orders for his wife to be raped and terribly mutilated.
I see taxis running over red lights in the street. I see blue light convoys running over pedestrians, waving guns at other motorists. I see whites cursing racist remarks at blacks, coloureds, indians. I see blacks returning that anger. I see mothers with tears in their eyes for their sons who are raping babies.
I see youth leaders chanting war songs to kill. I see leaders rousing their people to such a state where they are willing to die for more money. I see our precious animal kingdom destroyed by people in a distant country. I see directors of corporate companies having their salaries increased beyond measure.
Raping this lovely country of ours of its mineral wealth, its natural resources, its human resources…. I see government ministers standing idly by as they share in the loot. I see government ministers who will allow poison to be pumped deep into our special Karoo earth and into our drinking water, only to line their own pockets with more money. More money to buy even more expensive cars and jewellery.
More money to build Nkandlas for themselves while their people are starving on the streets. The same people that have voted them into power. The same people that will vote them into power again and again and again…. until….
Yet, I see black children with warm smiles on their faces when they play soccer on the streets in the townships. Even though their shacks were flooded with water the previous night. I see white farmer children playing with their black brethren on the same farm land that feeds both white and black mouths.
I see whites setting up soup kitchens in townships. I see a black man giving a white beggar some food at a traffic light. I see this huge South African sun rising every morning to warm our faces, but yet doesn’t seem to reach deep enough into our hearts….
Where are the real, wise black and white Madalas of our country. We need you to save this country from the greed. This greed that is slowly killing our country like a cancer. To save us, the African children, born under the same sun; white, black, indian, coloured, each and every one of us. Where are you, our fathers…..?! We need your wisdom; we need your peaceful advice. We need your guidance now, more than ever before. This country is crying.
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