Dear Mr President

Dear Mr President

Your lux life is never far from the media's eye. Your enormous Nkandla village, the growing number of first ladies and your 15 children are always in the spotlight. As in today's times, the president of a country lives a life of luxury. It's one of the benefits of the job I guess.

That's all well and good... But Mr President, as these thoughts came to mind, a heavy heart and a lump in my throat was caused by a tiny street kid that walked by. Sniffing on his only bit of hope. Some glue that he somehow managed to hustle. These kids, living in cardboard boxes and never knowing if there'll be another meal just wander around aimlessly. Shunned by society for simply being born into this lifestyle. These innocent children are driven into a life that no being would ever wish for. And after no more can be taken, moments of starvation and desperation force them into a life of crime. Petty at first, but later the stakes increase and when its too late to know any better, murder. And then? Then they become just another one of the statistics. The scum of our country. The most hated part that everyone fears. And thus their lives are a never-ending cycle of pain, sadness and every single thing that is wrong with our world.

Yet shouldn't they have the opportunities and youthfulness of any other child in this beautiful land? Don't they deserve a chance to make something meaningful of their lives? And what makes these children any different from your own children? Aren't we all children of the Earth? Mr President, my eyes swell and my heart aches at this very sight. And I sincerely hope that humanity should make yours too.

Sincerely
Nothing More Than an Observer