I remember one Friday I caught a taxi from Braamfontein to go home ,as I usually did to go see my family in the township when i was still in university. As the taxi drove in main street that enters the township, we were met by people running the opposite direction, behind them was a panga wielding mob singing and chanting. This was during the Xenophobic attacks.

Under a tree was an elderly lady probably in her late 60’s sitting down, probably because she could not run anymore, holding what probably was her two grand children with both her hands. She had clearly given up running. I saw the terror in their eyes. I remember being overcome with complete dejection and despondency as i saw the feats of cruelty we are capable of once we abandon the ability to share and understand the feelings of another. The reason i am retelling this is because the blog post reminded me of that horrible scene and the suffering our Zimbabwean brothers an sisters have been subjected to.

A very sobering post Lebza, to remind us to constantly put our hope in Christ.