A spec of Dust makes all the difference
Apr 28, 2022
My heart bleeds for my people, yes! my people. I am somebody and yes those around me are my people. I see how there is trauma but there is no effective support to get us over the huddle. It is getting late in the evening and I am rushing to the shops to buy some meat for the day, I see a lot of young girls skimpily dressed and there is a lot of noise on most street corners.
I try to mind my own business and I try to keep to what I left my house for, but my mind is provoked. This is not the first time that I have seen this scene, and each time it tags at my heart. I wonder do these kids have parents, guardian or anyone who cares to know where they are. One might think it is because I have a teenage daughter that I am concerned, it is partly true but the truth is I am a woman of limited education. I look at the possibilities that I have and could have had. I look at these kids and I wonder who is fighting for them. Who is giving them courage and hope to fight on even when the odds might be against them.
Then it occurred to me one day that, I am now turning into those people who are always complaining about the nature of things but do nothing or little to cause any change. I realise that once I move a spec of dust from its position it changes the landscape. My naked eye might not see the change but the atmosphere says something different.
It is my hope to hear, learn and share how I can move more than a spec. I would be content if I can move even a single spatula because then my eye will see the impact of the decisions I have made and hope that if we joined hands no matter where you are we can move a lot more than just a spec.