Like Denzel Washington coming back in style, I can’t wait to see morals, respect and intelligence trending again.
We live in a society where people couldn’t care less about each other, a society that keeps quiet when wrongs are committed.
It’s a cruel society that readily destroys a neighbour’s child. It’s a place filled with judgemental people. A society where justice doesn’t exist.
Surely we are all tired of the senseless killing of children and women? But what are we doing? I am tired of acting like all is well. It is so tiring to hear politicians making promises. We know very well that nothing will ever happen. If you are tired of praying for something that doesn’t seem to end, please raise your hand.
Children are dying young. Children are killing their teachers at schools. No words can describe the pain of a mother when she loses her 15-year-old child.
In the past few weeks I have seen a lot of crying mothers. They cry over drugs and substance abuse by their children. They cry about the man who sells drugs to children in their street – but who cares?
Reporting it to the police does not cross their minds for they are scared of harassment from the same guy and his cohorts.
Police are not getting the information they need and surely they are tired of the defensive lies of some parents.
Police are parents too, they feel pain. We are also not helping them. People are scared to report because there is a belief that law-breakers end up knowing who told police. I am writing this as my little contribution to young boys.
My advice to them is they must start reacting differently to life’s challenges. Some are destroying themselves right now because of undue peer pressure. Others have gone into hiding because they never listened to good advice.
Just in June (Youth Month), more than 15 young people died in the Cape Metro. They were not killed by strangers but by people from their areas.
I went to KTC to interview some of the families. Seeing tears rolling down the cheeks of a mother was excruciatingly painful; it pierced my heart.
Every home I visited, a mother cried for her deceased child. They spoke of dreams destroyed by the senseless violence. Some among the deceased had hoped to be doctors, pilots and scientists. But they chose the life of gangs
and the results were death and sadness.
I know in situations like these, many people turn to prayer. But prayer alone will never solve this problem. Prayer alone will never bring back the five young people killed in Blikkiesdorp. It will never bring back the three boys who died in KTC. By now we should be tired of violence and destructive service delivery protests.
We should all condemn those who burnt the Fezeka fire station. I am tired of liars who continue promising unattainable things. I am tired of gangs and drugs.
My heart bleeds when I see a young person sniffing glue on the streets of Cape Town. I am tired of writing these pieces with no difference to make.
Many, I am sure, are tired of toyi-toying and seeing no results.
I am tired of waiting for morals, respect and intelligence. May it rain and rain for change of hearts.
Imvula mayine, let it rain.
We need restoration of order and justice.