22nd of August, Wednesday

Anderson and his love, Samantha


I didn't blog yesterday. All these late nights of blogging and all the lying awake thinking about the many issues of this world have finally taken a toll and i passed out like a log.

What's been happening? Well, some good news first. Francina got taken in by the welfare people. Michael (aka music man) told me yesterday morning. They came, and picked her - as the oldest and the sickest. They said to her that they have free accommodation in Alex and invited her to go with them. She went, and everyone is really happy for her. At her age and with her health condition she needs more then anything a roof over her head and a stable community around... the little things people tend to take for granted. Everyone in the street is really happy for her. Wish her well, dear readers. She deserves this little strike of luck.

In other news - I threatened to kill a man. I am not usually the violent type, but this crazy bastard hit Fugile in the face in front of the whole street. He has previously claimed that the women in the street are poisoning his food with muti, and didn't spare threats. I humored him and fed him.

This time I am told he tried to get Fugile into bed against her will, and when that didn't work - he got angry, which led to this.

Michael - he is such a star - called me. Fugile showed me where he was. When i confronted him, he tried to tell me that she provoked him. I told him if he came anywhere near her again I would have him arrested. He got all aggressive with me, and shouted at her that he would kill her. I then used a sentence I've always dreamt of using: ''You won't get to, because you'll be dead. I will have you killed!''

Ok, ok, so i didn't deal with it in the calmest of manners... but I just don't take well to men hitting women. These women have enough trouble in the streets without having to take abuse from people like him. I dream of being a big guy with my own baseball bat...

I was driving home today. It was almost surreal. It was late and the streets were devoid of the hustle and bustle of the day shoppers, and the under-life was still settling into their places of rest. I caught a glimpse of Michael talking to a friend, and Thandi sitting alone on the corner, with an empty look on her face, clutching her few possessions. I saw a woman screaming something into the empty darkness...

I have to get these people of the street. Everything i do is so futile in the light of the fact that any night some violent encounter could end their lives, if disease, hunger, cold or poor living conditions don't do the job first.

I was speaking to a friend on Saturday. he calls himself Groen mannetjie and does a lot of work in sustainable farming, medicinal plants etc. He was saying how if i could only get a plot, or a piece of land of some description - I could let these people work with soil, grow their own wholesome food, be their own bosses etc.

So here is my ideal vision (drum roll):
- Get a plot. Move everyone there and start a small farming community which grows enough food not only for themselves, but also to support a vegan soup kitchen that i - and Colleen I am sure - can operate. That way the people can be a community and have a purpose, which is currently taken from their life by a malfunctioning system. Get the wire guys and such like in there to teach them skills and start an small art gallery.

Oh and put an animal shelter in there. Why? because that's what i care about, and i think it's important to help other species. And because it's my dream, ok :-)

Medical expenses and basic costs can be sponsored by willing companies. Perhaps herbal medicine as well as advice on optimal eating with HIV, etc can be obtained.

Ok.. so now i just need some really rich people with plots to read this :-)