Last night was an emotional night for me. My mind kept wandering the entire night and I just couldn’t sleep. I am restless. Every little noise I heard woke me up. Is there someone at the door?! Where’s my phone? Who would I call first in a case of emergency?!
I hate living in fear, but it has come to that stage where I triple check all my doors and windows at night and pray for the safety of my family.
I am tired of reading all the negative articles about how South Africa is junk status.
I am tired of reading about the murders, women abuse, corruption and child molestation happening right now in our country and honestly, I am tired of hearing about the break-ins and hijackings in my area. Every day when I leave home, I pray for my safety and I’m always alert on the roads. It feels like we are stuck in a never-ending battle.
There’s always a problem popping up in South Africa.
For the past week, all I ever see on my timeline is something negative about my beautiful country. It breaks my heart reading stories about how innocent people are dying every day. Things have changed so much that we have to take each day as it comes and hope nothing bad happens to our loved ones.
My mom was involved in an incident a while back where she visited a well-known Spa for their Moonlight package but ended up coming home with nothing but pain and hurt. The bus was hijacked outside the Spa and everyone on it was robbed and tortured for 2 hours. Does this mean that we shouldn’t be going out at night anymore? It seems like people are getting targeted in every way possible – whether it’s visiting the atm to withdraw cash or stopping at a robot, your life is at risk.
Yesterday when I fetched my daughter from school, I realized that kids don’t know race. They only know friends. It’s us who teach and manipulate them as they grow. The fact is we make our kids racist.
Here I was, watching a room full of mixed races eating together at a table. They were eating the same meal, being taught the same table manners… What got to me is how protective these children were of each other. Each one protects the other and the belongings they share. Someone once said that children do not learn what they are taught, they learn what they caught. So what is it that you are throwing at your children. Is it your pessimism, your laid back attitude, your negative trauma, your stress, your fears, your hurt, your pain – or is it the good things…
I may stay in a country that’s facing serious problems at the moment but these children remind me that there’s hope.
I’ve seen many bloggers touch on what’s happening in South Africa at the moment and I promised myself not to write anything about it because it will just cause a stir but today I just can’t hold back my feelings and emotions.
Even though I would love to leave my country and I’m ashamed to say that because I never thought this day would come, a part of me just can’t let go! This is my home, why should I leave?! My main reason for leaving would be so that my kids can have a brighter future but that is not guaranteed anywhere.
Today it might be South Africa in trouble but tomorrow it could be the country you immigrated to. I’ve heard about how many people are planning to move because they just can’t take it anymore and I understand their situation but is that the only option?
My husband has nagged me for years to consider leaving South Africa and I’ve thought about it but it ends there… How do I leave my family and friends and move to an unknown city? What if something worse happens there than here?!
If we all pack up and leave, what happens to the country that we once called home? Do we forget our roots? Yes, my country is bleeding now but it needs its people to help it heal.
Yes, my country is bleeding now but it needs its people to help it heal.
This is the time to stand together in unity instead of killing each other. Our main problem is ignorance and lack of resources. It might take years to fix it but I believe it can change.
Maybe a new president will give us hope? I would proudly say I’m South African because our country is not bad, it’s the people who make it bad. We need change and we need it now, for the sake of our children. We are merely custodians. Think of Mandela, what would he do?
I would proudly say I’m South African because our country is not bad, it’s the people who make it bad. We need change and we need it now, for the sake of our children. We are merely custodians. Think of Mandela, what would he do?
I don’t want to leave my mom and go and if I take her with, what’s the process like? Do we all need degrees and a masters qualification? Many of us don’t realize that it’s not exactly easy getting permanent residency in other countries. What if you are rejected? Will you keep trying? How long are we going to run? Will that solve the problem?
Wherever you go in the world, there will always be some challenge and problem. No country is perfect and I doubt it will ever be. Right now in South Africa, it’s either you live in a fancy estate which many of us cannot afford or leave – but the irony is that only 20% of people can afford both options. What about our brothers and sisters? Do we leave them to die or do we help be the change the country needs?
Is leaving South Africa the only option now?
My mind is filled with questions and anger but I still can’t see myself leaving anytime soon. I may be stupid and selfish but my heart tells me stay.