I'd like to make something clear. I need to make something clear.
Our home was broken into and I was varying degrees of pissed off and relieved. And I may now sleep with one eye open, but I am not disillusioned. I feel a little less safe on my own. I am a little more aware. But I am not feeling all hopeless and helpless and thinking that my son would be safer somewhere else.
Look. Maybe he would be. No doubt he would come to no harm in a town like Stromness in the Orkney Islands or a nice quiet village in the French countryside. Australia sounds quite safe and I believe life is pretty idyllic in tropical Hawaii. But those places aren't South Africa. Those places aren't home.
Oh no, South Africa. You may rape your children and starve your people. You may divide and unite your people at whim and murder the miners of your riches and the farmers of your land. You bleed your poor and feed your rich. You ignore your learners and you shelter your politicians.
But you have birthed a strong people. People who have song in their hearts and fire in their souls. People who breathe the beauty of their land and the diversity of her kin. People who believe. In spite of it all you have birthed people with faith.
I am not disillusioned.
I am a people who believe. I am a people with faith.
I am South African.