A roll of fat and a lot of rage

That pretty much suns up the past 10 months. When I’m not cooking or eating or planning either, I am raging.

Rage at the Chinese for lying and thereby not containing the virus. And the next one will be worse.

Rage at the US president for failing his own people and the rest of the world. If not for him, that mighty nation could’ve led the response.

Rage at a world that was already too unequal and is now so much worse. No amount of Aid or government subsidies will fix this for a very long time.

Rage at people who ignored safety because they just don’t give a fuck. Really, that’s all it comes down to, they don’t care at all. Fighting regulations, no matter how stupid some are, does nothing but drag it all out.

Rage at willful ignorance that was always there but now has now been so blatantly exposed. Conspiracy theorists lead the pack with all their prejudiced followers.

Rage at people being forced to risk their lives for a minuscule social grant that is roughly equivalent to the middle-class price of a pizza and a salad. And yet, some still manage to feed themselves for a month with it, assuming they get their hands on it.

Rage at the audacity of our government for ignoring requests to adequately communicate with the people throughout the crisis. So much trust is lost now and the vaccine roll-out is as clear as mud.

Rage at the profiteering and corruption perpetrated throughout the world, because suddenly so much money was made available. This is not unique to one country.

Rage at those who are blind to all of the above.

Last week was hard. A sick friend trying to manage Covid at home was suddenly out of comms and it turned out he was rushed to hospital and was fighting for his life; two other friends survived but will struggle for a while; another one has had the virus since March – only now is Long Covid even a thing. Another friend tells me she lost five people in one day.

I know people who are reckless, uninformed, selfish, and who will not get sick or not very sick. Others, careful, fearful, knowledgeable, caring only for others, land up in hospital. As I type this someone I know, only through FB but whom i have grown to be very fond of, is in hospital struggling to breathe. He’s been so careful, so very very careful all these months, but contracted the virus at work because someone was not careful.

So many still don’t understand they could be asymptomatic, because we have no idea how many such people there are and it’s precisely why we should all be staying the fuck at home unless absolutely necessary.

I am starting to feel the weight of it all. The long-term effects on all of us will be studied and reported on for decades, and longer.

No one ever said the world was fair and I doubt very much that the meek will inherit a thing. The arseholes will take it all.

Sighhh … depressing post illustrated with a photo of sunset restio, taken several years ago on the edge of the Tanqua Karoo.

And …. a link to my crowdfunding platform wherein I have tried to raise enough funds to save my tourism minibus. Please have a look and see if you can help – many thanks!

About Francoise Armour

I run a small touring company (Tours du Cap) at the bottom of Africa, to show visitors the beauty and vibrant culture of the country I have lived in since my parents brought me here from France as a child. I enjoy taking photos and wish I had learnt to do it properly. I enjoy writing but don't do enough of it. I enjoy walking in the mountains that surround me and I marvel over the views and the flowers and the amazing rock formations. I have a small, cute, clever, black dog of indeterminable breed, named Vida, who reminds me regularly that walking and getting out is not only for when tourists want it.

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I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

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