Beste Mr. President Ramaphosa

Ek het baie lank laas geskryf. Net so tussendeur julle blogs gelees wanneer ek kon opkom vir asem. Die afgelope paar weke was ‘n wip plank en lyk dit nie of dinge binnekort gaan stadiger gaan nie. Ek is uiters dankbaar. Dan hier onder sal jul ‘n Engelse inskrywing lees. Ek kou nou al ‘n hele ruk aan die een in my agter kop om die regte woorde te kry, maar hier is hy.

Dear Mr. President Ramaphoza.

I am writing this open letter to you in English, because it is a language that I believe we are both able to understand. My Zulu is still very limited, but just so you know, I am learning to speak it from the lady who helps me clean my and my family’s home. I am referring to her as the lady who helps me, because we work together in our home and she is part of our family. She even has a place on our kitchen wall where we measure our children as they grow. So, saubona. 🙂

I am a 31 year old wife and mother. I am an Afrikaner and I am proud of my heritage. I am however NOT proud of what has happened in the past. The memory of the voting que in 1994 is still fresh in my mind. It was an extremely hot day in Nelspruit. We stood in line for what felt like hours, but there was excitement is the air. A new South Africa. A new beginning. New life. New hope. For everybody. I was only 7 years old at that time and knew nothing about “Apartheid”.

I can not remember a time in my lifetime where I was able to just relax about things. I still remember the bomb threat drills we used to do in school as a Grade R student. That is the first memory I have of our South Africa. My whole life I have had to fight for a spot somewhere in this life. Be it in my own life or in our South Africa. My people have fought for a place in this country since 1652. The irony about this is that so have your people. Zulu, Xhosa, Venda, Sotho, Indian, Chinese, Khoisan, the list goes on and on. We have all been begging our beloved country for a spot on her land. The laughing matter of this is, that the guilty culprit who started all this racial fighting is no longer even part of our country, sitting back, watching us all fighting relentlessly and irrationally about something that will just make us all greedy.

Power. Ownership. Makkie van die plekkie. The main peanut in the packet.

We are all fighting so hard about things we never had or things that we want just because we can, that we forget to be thankful. We forget to be thankful for African skies. Sunrise and Sunset. We forget to be thankful for the African air that smells of rain and wet soil. Soft grass under bare feet. The laugh of children playing together. We forget to live in the moment of here and now, because we are stuck in the past and longing for a better future. But what if we can appreciate what we have right now.

Have you seen what happens when South Africans light a fire to have a braai? Instantly all people from all races get along. There is something about a braai that brings people together. I am convinced that we can solve the worlds problems when we stand around a South African braai.

I wish I could meet with you personally and explain to you that from where you sit and where I sit we are viewing things very differently. I have seen more hands from across races shaking in friendship that I have seen fighting. I have seen people from different races coming together, taking hands, praying for Universities, farms, rain, the economy and most importantly, you and our government.

Psalm 24:1 says that the earth is the Lord’s. Every grain of sand that we step on belongs to God. He commanded us to take care of it. Genesis 1:28. Taking care of something does not mean fighting over it, but sharing it. Have you seen children who share things? They play and work together. Have you seen how they act when they don’t share or can’t share? They act stressed, anxious and irrational.

I have therefore come to the conclusion that if it were possible to light a fire for a braai, break bread together and start taking care of the country that has been placed in our hands to nurture and protect as a rainbow nation, we will be able to start sharing her as God intended for us right from the start.

We are not in this country by accident. God has a divine calling and appointment for each and every one of us. You are not the President of this country by accident. God has a perfect plan for you as President of this country.

Lastly I would like to ask you.

Have you prayed about the issues of our country as much as you have talked about it? (This goes for every South African across the globe as well.)

Kind regards

Sonéll van Niekerk

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