I feel the need to follow up that ridiculous bit of nonsense with a far more serious post.
While I’m at it, I’m going to wish for a pony.
Even the Zimbabwean presidential hopeful and leader of the MDC, Morgan Tsvangirai, has managed to take time away from his country and political conflict with the embittered (maybe ex-) president, Robert Mugabe to address the people of Alexandria in an attempt to curb the violence at least.
Apparently Mr Mbeki is overseas at the moment. Again. One wonders if he is ever planning on coming back?
The first ten years of my life was spent in the pink haze of childhood worries and luckily I was never touched by the troubles that surrounded me during that tumulus time. As it is, I entered my adult life a free South African; no different to any of the other young adults around me; Black, White or other. The violence of the past was something that I had read and been taught about – there was nothing tangible to connect me to it.
Now, to see people being attacked and murdered for what amounts to no reason at all, I think that I can begin to understand the horror of the years that slipped by me as I was playing in my sandbox.
I’m going to leave you with a link to a slide show hosted on the Times multimedia website entitled Flames of Hate. Sometimes it helps to see what’s happening rather than read or listen to it. To (miss-) quote a war photographer whose name eludes me: “I take these photos so that my mom won’t think that war is something that happens on TV.”
We’re not at war – I don’t think – but you get the picture.