Things Fall Apart

We have a bad cholera outbreak. Everywhere I look, I get worried - anyone, including me, has a high chance of contracting cholera. As if we have not had enough troubles with the political jokers and the central bank severely compromising our right to life. I get increasingly angry, yet I know anger only gets me into a state of compromising my immune system. All I think of is if I, with the supposed-to-be-comfortable resources to ensure a middle-class life, am reduced to the life of a pauper, what more of the women in the rural areas, the townships, the farm and mine labourers - how are they coping. Many times I kick myself for not being able to shout loud enough to make a difference for my sisters. What legacy are women activists leaving for their daughters and granddaughters and nieces.

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