If you’re South African, you’re probably alone.
If you’re a nurse, overworked with someone else’ spit on your lips and HIV fears in your head – you’re alone.
If you’ve only got a shack and sell bananas on a pavement, everything else is competition or oppression – you’re alone.
If you’re a single mom working at McDonalds but your kids have no side fries and salad at home – you’re alone.
If you’re rich, that doesn’t stop you being lonely. But that’s a different type of sad because you wouldn’t have to be if you chose to help others – you’re choosing to be alone.
If you’re a professional politician, that blood on your hands and their hands ensures you’re never alone… but because you and they can never be trusted – you’re still alone.
I’m a citizen fighting corruption. Is it enough to say that it’s the right thing to do for my fellow citizens when they don’t fight for themselves, and thus could never imagine fighting for me beyond a Facebook comment – I fight alone.
I live in a Republic fill of people who have no idea what a republic or a democracy is. They choose freedom like its choosing a better cell in a prison – they’re enforcing alone.
I choose no side in a country that only has fucking sides for identity politics and ignorance politics. I don’t belong. And don’t want to belong to that – that’s me being more comfortable alone.
If I wake you up, maybe we can be a country together.