In recent times a well known personality "accidentally" murdered his girl friend when she went to the bathroom. This has caused outrage in the media and is being covered by all media outlets all around the world. People were crying for the "murdered" woman and she has been hailed like a saint among men. Every story written was about her, not a single other article was published because Reeva's death needs to be covered.
The sad part about all this is that in a small column further down there is a story of a young girl in the Western Cape that has been raped, beaten and mutilated beyond recognition. That particular case is the 14th case of its nature in as little as two weeks, but yet this does not make any head lines. Is it becuase the women that were subjected to this are coloured?
At that point let me not make it a racial thing. I asked myself is it becuase the women that were raped, mutilated and beaten not famous? Is it because they do not have enough status in our country to warrant affection and sympathy from the nation?
What makes me really sad is the fact that us as humans have lost sight of the value of life. We have come to the point when one person's life is more valuable than the next person's. A woman living in "pit sonder water" will never be as valued as a woman living in Camps Bay. It is really sad that we as a country have dwelled this low in our morales and what we stand for.
We should cherish every life as it is so valuable and just needs to be tapped in to get its full potential. Everyone is valuable and brings something different from the next person. This way you would have many different qualities and make one big body.