I do not usually get involved in political discussion but I felt the need to write this.
My friend’s 69 year old mother was attacked and raped in her house in Tzaneen. I know I’m just repeating what everyone keeps saying on here but WHEN WILL THE SAVAGERY END?
When will our voices be heard? I was 14 years old when the New South Africa began. I remember painting my face in our new flag’s colours and celebrating with the country. I felt so much joy. But most of all I felt hope. I felt hope bursting through every fibre of my being. I could not wait for our country’s journey.
My hope just like many South Africans have been dashed. Shattered and ground up under the feet of a government who just doesn’t care. I read some of the comments on articles on News24 where people defend South Africa and tell the disillusioned ones to “Go back to Europe” or “Leave if you don’t like it here.
Tell me something…. How can you still defend this country? Every single person I know (myself included) has been a victim of crime. EVERY.SINGLE.PERSON. It’s gotten to the point when you’re grateful and say “at least she lives”. How sick is that? How sick has our society become that escaping with your life is supposed to be a good thing? How bout they should never be in your house in the first place. They shouldn’t rape. I feel shattered and hopeless. I feel paralysed.
Yes, I want to leave but I don’t have the means. The rest of the world doesn’t know how bad it is here because your government is hiding the truth. I spoke online to a woman a year or so ago and when I told her how bad it is she said I’m just spreading “propaganda”. How long before me or my daughter gets raped by a person that feels that it’s his right to do so? I have no answers anymore. No hope. Can I apply for refugee status in another country? No.
My hands are tied and there’s nothing I can do. The people of the country is crying out to our government but it’s shouting at a mountain to move and change shape. Nothing is ever going to change. So all there’s left to do is wait and wonder when it’s my turn to be a victim again.