Another end of a year. A time to rest and reflect. This year, 2025, is one that feels mostly dystopian as it draws in the curtain and the lights fade. I find myself fleeting emotionally between anger, hopelessness and disgust as I scan my eyes across the horizon of the world where the powerful roam , deciding who is worthy and who is not.
On the stage of Africa the powerful take a bow.
Next to these characters and pulling the strings we have Europe and the United States.
Both these characters take their own bow for the chaos they dish out on the world - relentless and purposeful.
The USA has its own spotlight, standing proud and conceited as they promise war and "peace" with forked tongue. "Peace peace " but there is no peace only war, death, destruction, lies, false hope and money, of course.
From time to time the war between Ukraine and Russia comes into focus and fades again just as quickly.
People around the world are dying and being killed daily, hourly and no one seems to care.
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As the curtain draws in, people hell bent on destruction continue to force themselves onto the stage, both those who whose actions are to murder and those who use these murders for self profit. They are both present and take a bow.
My consciousness settles on that strip of land where people are trapped by the accident of birth, the colour of their skin and the beauty of their culture which at present seems a curse. Their resilience to withstand that which most of us could not and frankly speaking, should not is more than commendable. As we bustle about with christmas " cheer" , simple acts cause me to think of the people of Palestine. It is hot and dry in Cape Town at this time of year. Quite the opposite in Gaza you see. The rain falls relentlessly flooding the tents and covers where people try to shelter. It is not the bombs that are killing at the moment. No need for that when the elements will do the job just the same.
Cutting my nails on my hands with nail clippers , I found myself thinking about the People of Palestine. Dis they manage to pack said clippers when they had to flee , again?
The simple acts cause me to think about the people of Palestine. As we eat and enjoy the company of family and friends this week.... As we say Jesus came for the least of these.... As we celebrate and hope for something better next year.... remember the least of these is alive right now and fighting to hold on to what little hope they have. No one is coming to save them this christmas .
