In Namibia, we live in a society that shuns those afflicted by mental health illness, rather than provide them with the help and support that they need. In our society, the discussion about mental health is a taboo, suicide is rife and emotional and physical violence are the order of the day. I, wholeheartedly, want to change that.
If 2019 has solidified anything for me, it’s that we should never make gods of human beings. The way the wealthy are given god status in all spheres of society is incredibly problematic.
Every time I see a picture of the culprit smiling in the paper, I almost want to shout: “But you are one of us! How could you do this?”
LAST week, a story ran in the media that the increase in the number of applications for small arms licences was a cause for concern to the Ministry of Safety and Security so much so that the ministry was considering issuing a temporary suspension on the importation of side firearms.
Often, joy is hidden in the places you’re too afraid to look
*Published in the Letters section of The Namibian Newspaper, Friday 08 July 2016 http://www.namibian.com.na/Mice-in-Hospital-not-Shocking/42730/read Dear Editor I’m writing this letter in response to an article published in your paper on Tuesday 05th July 2016 titled “Mice become regulars at Katutura hospital”. Ever since I can remember there have been constant reports in all forms of…
We live in an age where we rely on social media to tell us how people are doing. Let’s be honest; we have all sat down with friends and spent the majority of the time on our phones posing for photographs, finding the perfect caption and posting. After that, we monitor how many “likes” the photograph has received, WHO liked it and how quickly they didn’t like it and more often than not, who DIDN’T like it.
Recently, I attended a beauty contest. One of the contestants was asked a question about how to curb rape and violence towards women. Her response started with how women should dress more modestly; wear less revealing clothes etc. My blood began to boil.
A few months ago, I walked into a gambling house at 11am. I saw a nurse in uniform, a man in a suit and an old lady with a walking stick amongst very many others. These people; different genders, ages and from all walks of life sat in this dark, loud room with flashing lights, feeding money into a machine and losing it all. In the ten minutes that I was in this place, I watched several people walk in and take a seat in front of a machine… no body walked out.
I find myself worried about the current financial state and future of the Namibian people.