a silence introspective...back i am!

modern art museum CT - Ken

And so the question posed...where are u? What has happened?


Simply put...an overwhelming sense to go quiet and pull within and observe...washed over me. Could it be the events leading up to the elections...the enquiries of state capture...the realisation that not one politician cares for the well being of the citizen...could it be that even more obvious is the shortage of monies in the pockets of all...that poverty is scarier than death...that the ever increasing number of beggars on the street make me so melancholy that i find it hard to breath.


Could it be that my heart bleeds for the youth and an angst gnaws at me for, they, our future leaders, aspire mostly to being drunken rap singers...rapping against the system...the girls walking barbie dolls teetering on heels too high, nails too long, hair plastic and morals real low.


Could it be a whirlwind reeling spiral that knocks one off balance, a nauseating realisation...fighting against acknowledging and accepting the truth...the Ace Magashule's, the David Mabusa's are the leads and the Cyril Ramaphosa's are the silent diplomats that come across too weak to even peep a sound, never mind take a hard and decisive stand on the side of truth.


Could it be that Sandton a first world city ...the finest one would come across anywhere, anytime any place globally...is an alien station...unnoticed or understood by the locals...a thorn in the side of Alexander where squalor is a mild word and rats reign supreme chewing on the newborns slumbering on makeshift "beds" of dirty blankets crumpled on a cement floor.


Could it be....oh could it be...that i am lost...lost....and feel guilty and tired and sad...for the truth has slapped me so hard in the face and i don't like it...truthfully...i hate it....


Yet...at the same time...deep within, a love a strong sense of hope, valiantly fights against all this ugliness.


It cannot be...it is not right...there must be a way, a means.


Criminals ...especially those sitting in parliament, present and past, need to be bought to book.


And why?

Because the citizens of South Africa need to believe again....need to know they are heard, need to know they are important and that their desire for a better life is understood and heard.


And thus this morning...i say hello...i am back...i am back ..a fire still burns deep ...and having witnessed pockets of positivity in the most unexpected of places means their is a future.
If anything, one must fight for the youth...for they are our future leaders and hope for progressive change. 
To invest in them, not only monies but, patience and time, and encouragement and create incentives where education starts taking on a new meaning...a meaning of success of growth of aspirations wealthy...more than monetary materialism...to be global competitors and leaders in various fields of specialisation....on a social level so that communities know to stand together and create and grow infra structures supportive of each other...no fear to tackle the last 20 odd years of failed democracy....a suppression worse be that of a thieving past president and many of those still in government.

On my visit to Kzn I heard an awesome statement from an East Coast radio DJ...she said...

"...don't aspire to history but , aspire to that which will grow your future..."


Amin to that....and trust many heard and understood.


RB.

modern art museum, spiral staircase - Ken