Yesterday was for nervousness. Now I’m exhausted. I was tired when I awoke but another 24hrs no sleep finds me rough and tender.
I’m stuck at Namibia’s main airport. The immediate problem was it being a public holiday. Immigration slowly climbed the ranks until the Commissioner for Refugees was kind enough to speak to me on the telephone. I have zero money so no accommodation. The Commissioner asked the police to give me safe haven for the night but they wouldn’t as they said I hadn’t committed a crime. Immigration spoke to me at 5.30am today, saying they’d start calling at 8am. I’m hoping the Namibian Minister for International Relations contacts the South African High Commission (embassy).
NAMIBIA WASN’T INTENDED
I never meant to burden the government of President Hage Geingob, my destination was Ireland. But because I was only able to afford a one-way ticket, via Qatar, the airline rejected me. That put me in terrible limbo.
The bigger dilemma is that I’m requesting international protection i.e. temporary political asylum – I do not want to be a refugee. I want to finish my mission in South Africa, and be with my father in his aging years.
I need the Namibia to speak meaningfully to the Office of President Cyril Ramaphosa. If Ramaphosa fails to uphold his promise to fight corruption, which would include addressing ANC members protecting DA corruption, then I give up hope and consider South Africa’s soul lost for my lifetime.
I doubt the DA thought my possible responses through, as the DA has been too focused on imprisoning me for years.
I don’t rate my chances in jail. There’s only been escalation against me. I doubt my enemies want me to speak publicly in many court cases. I’d request a Constitutional case which the Court, if impartial, would grant. That would air the DA’s dirty laundry in entirety. I’d have to respond to the expected many charges laid against me for breaking those illegally gained gag orders. I expect an avalanche of litigation. All with my detailed response, their whining about defamation versus my hard evidence of their crimes.
I’d rather my life be in my hands. If I fail to gain justice, Option B is to ensure that the real criminals are never forgotten.
When younger, I foolishly went on a hunger strike but believe now is more apt, and I’m more thoughtful and tougher. Earlier this year, I tested my willpower, staying indoors for 70 days. At the end of last year, I fasted for 7 days. I’m hoping the current stakes gives me courage. Additionally, months ago, I informed the President that I’d contact a foreign government if he continued allowing the corruption I’d reported. I also said that I’d consider a hunger strike. I’m many things to different people, but not a liar.
A hunger strike should be prepared for but I had no time. My last meal was scrambled eggs and half a slice of bread at 8am on May 1. I’m in pain after only a day. The caffeine in the bioplus I used to keep me awake is shredding my tummy.
My protest is aimed at President Cyril Ramaphosa and the DA, not Namibia. I risk this being a reason to deport me. I do so in case I don’t get a chance to speak to you. If arrested, the SAPS are supposed to take me for observation and medical. Hopefully somebody keeps check of them and me.
NB: Donations welcomed. I accommodation until this is over.