At a Loss

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At a Loss

“Before the war, Sofya Levinton had once said to Yevgenia Nikolaevna Shaposhnikova, 'If one man is fated to be killed by another, it would be interesting to trace the gradual convergence of their paths. ' " At the start they might be miles away from one another – I might be in Pamir picking alpine roses and clicking my camera, while this other man, my death, might be eight thousand miles away, fishing for ruff in a little stream after school. I might be getting ready to go to a concert, and he might be at the railway station buying a ticket to go and visit his mother-in-law – and yet eventually we are bound to meet, we can't avoid it...” 

― Vasily Grossman, Life and Fate

These are the words we listened to this morning on our drive back from our weekend getaway on the first day of December. At 9h00, I received the shocking news that an acquaintance had been gruesomely murdered in her home.

This is the second week of our awareness campaign to protect women and children. It feels like a punch in the solar plexus and leaves one reeling. A family is bereft, children and grandchildren have been robbed of their beloved Mother and grandmother, and a community is shattered. I know her life was not in vain, but I pray she’ll know why her life had to be entwined with that of a murderer. Once again, man’s inhumanity towards man is flaunted. How does one ever come to terms with such brutality and grief?  We are warned that death comes like a thief in the night, this murderous thief who personifies pure evil, robbed her of her God-given portion of life.


---oOo---

Piano
by D. H. Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. 
Despite myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. 
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour.
with the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
The childish days are upon me, my manhood is cast
down in the flood of remembrance, and I weep like a child for the past.

In this poem, D. H. Lawrence captures the very essence of nostalgia...

---oOo---

Derek Walcott writes of violence in Africa

A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt
Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies,
Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.
Corpses are scattered through a paradise.
Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries:
"Waste no compassion on these separate dead!"
Statistics justify, and scholars seize.
The salients of colonial policy.
What is that to the white child who hacked in bed?
To savages, expendable as Jews?
Threshed out by beaters, the long rushes break.
In a white dust of ibises whose cries
Have wheeled since civilization's dawn
From the parched river or beast-teeming plain.
The violence of beast on beast is read.
As natural law, but upright man
Seeks his divinity by inflicting pain.
Delirious as these worried beasts, his wars
Dance to the tightened carcass of a drum,
While he calls courage, still that native dread
Of the white peace contracted by the dead.
Again, brutish necessity wipes its hands.
Upon the napkin of a dirty cause, again
A waste of our compassion, as with Spain,
The gorilla wrestles with Superman.
I who am poisoned with the blood of both,
Where shall I turn, torn to the vein?
I who have cursed
The drunken officer of British rule, how choose
Between this Africa and the English tongue, I love?
Betray them both, or give back what they give?
How can I face such slaughter and be cool?
How can I turn from Africa and live?

 ---oOo---

 My condolences to the family and friends of this caring, friendly, positive, and loving woman. May she rest gently.

 P.S Some statistics:

September 11, 2014, at 07:37 am The Star

In South Africa, over 1,000 women are murdered annually by intimate partners, with three women killed daily-statistics that demand our attention and action.

"Facts about murder in South Africa: Incidents of murder increased from 16,259 murders in 2012/13 to 17,068 in 2013/14. This means that there were 809 more people murdered than in the previous year. This comes on the back of a similar increase in 2012/13 when 650 more murders were recorded compared to 2011/12. The average number of murders committed each day increased from 45 in 2012/13 to 47 in 2013/14. Using Statistics South Africa’s 2013 midyear estimates, the murder rate in 2013/14 was 32.2 per 100,000, up from 31.1 in 2012/13. SA’s murder rate is about five times higher than the 2013 global average of 6 murders per 100,000. –

http://africacheck.org/factsheets/factsheet-south-africas-official-crime-statistics-for-201314/#sthash.Vej7Mh7w.dpuf 

From Crime Statistics.

 


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