Hang On
My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin -
Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting
No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today)
After a whole week of dry faucets. With electricity, there's LOADSHEDDING
Or rationing of power, so one must research the hours each day ...
And decide when to make coffee, or breakfast, beverages, meals -
Then we have loved ones frustrated: Just hang on. Pray. Ask God
Because no humans can solve the problems of arrogance of power
ANC: AFRICAN NATIONAL CONGRESS, once light, now darkness itself!
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