HIV and TB, And Now Covid 19 In South Africa
A lone grave marker in the grass strewn field at Mountain Rise Grave Yard.
A council worker cutting overgrown grass among graves with his ‘bread cutter’
A worker pauses from clearing graves for a smoke.
Tombstones and simple wooden crosses in the mountain rise grave yard.
A daughter looking for her mother’s grave among the wooden crosses marking other resting places of the dead.
A lone bird flies over the still grave yard.
Mourners at a funeral.
Pastors blessing the dead, while a grave digger looks on.
A young child holds flowers for the dead.
Ice cream vendor looking for customers among the graves on a busy Saturday afternoon.
Photos and Words John Robinson
Gogo, you kept us strong when we were bitten by the whip, and we are still strong. Though we are not a nanny state people, through you our elders, we are strong. Though we are not of orderly streets and straight lines. In this Gogo, we are strong.
We know of viruses and microbes in our midst. The devastation they cause runs deep on our pathways, soaking our fields with premature endings that alter the ways of our left-behinds totally, but Gogo, you have made us strong.
Gogo, you have done your bit, you have been strong for us. If it is your time now, pass with peace of mind, you have made us strong. What you have taught us over the years is with us now in this new thing. All your grandchildren are strong now.
-I have had an inner peace that the people of Africa will come through the Covid 19 pandemic stronger than many others with better resources. The difference is in our collective strength through the bitter experience with the viruses and microbes of our daily lives… John Robinson
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