“The child is not dead, neither at Langa nor at Nyanga nor at Orlando nor at Sharpeville nor at the police station in Philippi where he lies with a bullet in his head.” — Ingrid Jonker
It was the worst thing to happen to you.
You curled up for what seemed like months. You went back to work a little too soon. You lost your job. You drank. Got divorced. Left the city. You lost your home. Lost your mind.
And, after: The grown men with big guns in uniform, the men who gunned them down.
And, after: All the things you imagined for your children, things they would never have, things they would never be.
And, after: The things you wish you had done differently. Continue reading “The Child Is Not Dead x Mbali Vilakazi”