There I was, equipped with a journalism degree, and some years experience in the journalism business. I thought I was strong, but I could not help, as a man I was talking to shed tears right in front of his wife, his three children and myself. I became sympathetic right there and then. My point is – sympathy is something journa-lists are taught not to profess, at least not in front of the subject. I confess, I did.
His shack, a place he calls home, had just been destroyed in his absence. The corruga-ted-zinc home, which he struggled to acquire and used for shelter, was damaged, doors and poles were missing.
Now City Police, why destroy people’s property, and if that were not enough, take property and then ask for N$500 payment for property retention, for what? Those people are poor; they are not living there by choice, it’s circumstances.
As a journalist I have to be objective, but not through this platform, not today, sorry. I am also a human being; I am on the side of the suffering poor.
Why destroy structures you can clearly see are meant for housing purposes and not meant for business? I have lost faith in you: law enforcers and those who sent you to destroy the houses of the poor.
There are things that as a moral and ethical human being, one can’t do for money; leaving one in the cold without shelter is one such thing.
If you don’t want people to stay in an independent Namibia, then service land. This is not Syria, nor is it 1959.
I wish Kakurukaze Mungunda was here to whip you. Let me borrow words from my former varsity colleague, Job Amupanda. “Those of you who don’t have families and friends living in ghettoes and villages, should just shut up”- EEWA