Unmasking my fears

My blogging journey for 2020 hasn’t been off to a robust start, for lack of a better phrase. I didn’t set myself any goals because I maintain that for my writing to be heartfelt, sincere and natural, I shouldn’t be driven by numbers. No offence to those who do have such goals and stick to them. In fact, hats off to you! Numbers aside, I certainly hoped to have been writing more often. In 28 days – all I have are two posts; make that two poems.

Poetry? Why? I asked myself that same question and realised that I was using my poetic license to mask my fears.

And I guess if I am to move forward in my blogging journey I have to face those fears. Often, my posts are based on issues affecting South Africans and sadly, it isn’t always good news. It’s the opposite.

Of late, there have been so many issues that have weighed down on me that I just wanted the ebb and flow of information and yes, the gory details, to stop. I shut myself off from reading or listening to the news. But it didn’t make it go away. It was always there. It stayed in my subconscious. And, it numbed me to the extent that I couldn’t write about anything.

I know my fears are shared by many South Africans. Here are just done of the incidents we are grappling with…

The tragic drowning of 13 year old Enoch Mpianzi during what was meant to be a supervised school orientation exercise.

The body of a 15 year old learner discovered by dogs after she was brutally raped and burnt to death. She had been forced to walk to school after scholar transport departed earlier than scheduled.

A 27-year-old uncle who raped his 10-year-old niece

A medical intern from Limpopo murdered. Her boyfriend has since been arrested in connection with her murder. She would haveĀ been the first doctor in her village.

Pietermaritzburg businesswoman Kavitha Nerputh found strangled to death in her car

Phoenix wife and domestic worker in court for allegedly trying to suffocate and strangle 62 year old husband with a bin bag and scarf

That’s a lot to process, and there’s a lot more. In recent days, I have been talking about these incidents with my friends and colleagues. What disturbs me the most is the lack of respect for human life. All lives matter. The loss of young lives means we are robbed of potential future leaders. And so, negligence, if proven, should have severe consequences for those entrusted with the safety of learners.

Arguably, the life of a loved one should matter more. But in some of the cases listed above, the loved ones have turned perpetrators. Who do you blame them? Personal relationships cannot be policed by authorities unless victims take action before it is too late. If ever you are in such a position, please do not become an enabler to the perpetrator. I beg of you – let’s help victims speak up, and amplify their voices.

You may be thinking that you have heard me write about this often, even speak about it publically. You are correct. But clearly, we all aren’t speaking about it often enough and that’s why we have the South Africa we have today. It’s a collective burden which we carry – by virtue of being South African.

Together, I sincerely hope we can lighten the burden….

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