Day 60 of my hunger strike against corruption.
I shaved off my sexy accessory. Done some breaking, tearing and inner searching. Only found stubborn resignation.
The soundtrack to this ‘movie sequel’ has been rock ‘n roll; from Jeff Buckley and John Moreland to Hatebreed and Judas Priest. Eventually the drums and guitars will become mimes so that all that will be left is me, as uncute as can be.
My fruit juice and soya milk will soon run out, water and black tea carrying me to my next destination.
My plan to get arrested will likely happen soon. I’ve chosen a date. That may be my final chance to force Cyril Ramaphosa to act like a leader for all.
Fuck those who hurt our country… and fuck them again when they use propaganda to pretend they’re holy. The entire Democratic Alliance leadership belongs in jail. Belief and hope is meaningless without action. I fight them with every breath, and without regret.