For the record not only is there no white genocide taking place in South Africa but white South Africans own more land have access to better schooling healthcare and employment opportunities and enjoy a better overall standard of living than Black South Africans

White South Africans who make up around seven percent of the population own 72 percent of the country's farmland compared with four percent for Black Africans who comprise 81 percent of the population

The burial sites Trump mentioned were actually white crosses used during a protest in 2020 to represent farmers allegedly killed Trump is telling lies again this is all for Israel

And for Musk who refuses to comply with South African laws mandating that at least 30 percent of a company's ownership or economic involvement must include Black South Africans the launch of Starlink in the country remains in purgatory

The effort by Trump to shame South Africa as emphasised by the arrival of 54 white refugees in the US earlier this month was more than just fear mongering
Even prior to Trump's return to the White House the Biden administration had made its displeasure known over Pretoria's decision to take Israel to the International Court of Justice on the charge of genocide
This is all to pressure South Africa for Israel because we know the Israeli lobby runs the Whitehouse and the American senate as well as the EU

Israel too has used its lobbyists in an attempt to dent South Africa's reputation in Washington and what better obfuscation could there be than Washington accusing South Africa itself of conducting a genocide in its own country it's all Israeli lies.

In our unfinished garden,
warm stones resting atop one another,
forming a wobbly tower,
trying to connect with a true light.

Above the smoky air, faltering steps,
can I see the true shape of your struggles?
Does a malicious gnome
shape my projections?
He topples our confidence.

Do we know if we still want the same?

Your anesthetic drops,
drunk in secret behind smiles.
Your cruelty is a sarcastic, sober blow,
breaking down fleeting joy.

I long for stillness,
for a day without wrinkles.
Why do we argue for first place?
I lost to our demons, invisible enemies.
I heal my fading certainty,
Last night, I dreamt of a well,
repeating my thoughts.

Without context, we are lost,
surrounded by thick walls built by rifts.
We are still impatient for closeness.
We grapple with a weight of assumptions.

Seeing the tower of wobbly stones,
I don’t want to let go of your hands
trusting, warmly kind,
like a promise of endless green,
in our unfinished garden.