I’ve been trying to process the death of Nokukhanya Zama as if it were a death very close to me. Like many, I am absolutely mortified that such things still happen in South Africa. Just about a week ago I was telling a friend that America was a horrible place to live in as a black man despite my wanting to live there one day. What I realise now is that it is not only America, but the whole world that is a horrible place to live in. Especially if you are a woman.
I feel so helpless in my outrage. And I am sure that is what many people feel – that would explain why so many people tweeted about the next topics just minutes after retweeting Nokukhanya’s photograph. The challenge with our hashtag activism is that it is reactive. How can it be proactive when we cannot predict such horrific incidents? I mean how was anyone to know that she would be murdered when she was on her way to church?
Where do you run to? How do you even begin to pray?
My words may be a bit misconstrued but I just had to let it out.