Listening to Ozi F Teddy’s song Freedom of Speech, and I no longer think, “the kids are gonna be ok.” He’s right. We are struggling. In the last five weeks, at least 10 people I know personally, have passed away, under the age of 45 years. We are becoming the lost generation. So many infants, toddlers, pre-teens and teenagers are orphaned. This will be the greatest population of widows, widowers and the broken hearted. We keep saying that we just have to get through to the other side, but what good is it, if we don’t all make it there together?!
Get over the profanity in the lyrics (because the whole nation treated that Tinto song like a national anthem) and pay close enough attention to the cry. In the address of August 13, the President said we are all affected by the pandemic, suggesting that the ways it affects us, are the same ways it affects him. He illustrated this by saying all of us know a loved one who has lost their lives fighting COVID-19. Although it might be true that we have all lost at least one relative to COVID-19, I decline the suggestion that the President, decision-maker, leader of the State of Emergency head of the whole country, and I, or my grandmother’s brother in rural Botswana, are on the same page. We are not. Perhaps if we start to see that, it will be easier to then locate us, in the dog’s stomach we are in, in the present moment. The people are right, re mo ncheng!
