Suffering in South Africa
I recently met someone in South Africa who had visited a relative’s farm in the far north of the country. It is a game farm and is situated just south of the Zimbabwe border within the “refugee” corridor.
Horrific stories can be told of what takes place here. The farmer used to condemn his unlikely visitors as they, in order to quench their thirst, used to cut the pipes supplying water to his game.
However, his anger began to change to empathy as he began to come across more and more wretched people that had died as a result of attacks by predatory animals and from thirst. He came across a mother and child lying in the bush. The child was still alive but died later despite his attempts to revive him. The mother had been dead a day or so.
Both had become victims of the cruel dictatorship in Zimbabwe.
