Dear South Africa
Firstly, I would like to
express my condolences. You have so much to cry about, but no water with which
you can. You have fought for your freedom, but you are still in chains. You
have trusted blindly, and failed miserably. You have talked big, but acted small.
You have made promises galore, but abandoned them all.
I cry for you, South Africa,
I really do. I cry because I am an African too. Not in the stereotypical sense,
but enough to see. I know the great nation that we can be. I may not understand
your pain, but I know its roots. It comes from ill planted fruits. Your hopes
are a bad harvest. It was one done in high spirits, but with little planning. You
met seed with soil and called it day. You sat excitedly, waiting for blossoms
and flowers. However, you underestimated your powers. That was not enough. It
needed water and care. You failed to give change its light and air. Nothing grows
if it is not nurtured, same as how nothing changes without effort. You had it
in the beginning, don’t get me wrong, but now I’m not sure where the spark has
gone.
You have lost your way. Your
teacher is dead. The training wheels are gone. You must ride by yourself. You
cannot be divided by tribe and race, worse by political affiliations and
attempts to save face.
Your youth are in danger. You
cannot risk another lost generation. If progress is halted, you are doomed.
So, South Africa, I have just
one thing to say. Get your act together, or get out of our way.
Yours truly,
M Field
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