October 4, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Old Survivor, Young Hopeful (copyright Petru J Viljoen)
“We have one precious life: do something extraordinary today, even if it’s tiny. A pebble starts the avalanche.”
― K.A. Laity
I am cold. Weary. Wary. People! The most dangerous animal on earth. Too many (of them). No regard, respect, conscience, consciousness. Misuses each other, the earth and animals – in pain, shame. Or greed as the case may be – across cultures. Disclaimer: anyone reading, taking this personally – don’t be cross with me!
Poverty. In this country, South Africa, it means black people. The vast, vast majority. Living remote, walking very many kilometres to somewhere, to somehow earn. Clawing one’s way, every day.
A dog arrives at the door. In need. In a moment of compassion it gets chucked a bone (if there is one). Mostly it gets the left-over pap* or bread and peanut butter. That what came from the people’s table as staple. So? It stays. Hoping for more … Affection. Sometimes it gets it. And the dog breeds. Like seething humanity. And the need multiplies, it multiplies. So does the greed.
Vicious judgment meted out – you’re too poor! to give Compassion. Affection. By the spiritually deprived.
dark clouds gather, threatens;
thunder and lightning unleashed –
what was, was destroyed
*Pap is an Afrikaans word, adopted by many cultures indigenous to South Africa. It is the staple food of millions, a thick porridge made from maize, or mealie meal, as we call it here.
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