Taking a walk up a rocky mountain construct, where a waterfall usually comes gushing down. This stream is only a trickle…with a small pathway of water gently flowing down. The desert-like drought is seen and felt all around. What is usually a luscious greenery and overflowing waterfall… is now not much to see or even appreciate. I walked right up to the top…without stopping to savour, everything being so dry On the way down I decided to stay close to the stream of water…follo

It’s dark, it’s heavy… buried deep down, Buried deep down in the ground… the ground of systemic injustice, there is no way out of this…or is there? Standing in this mine, chipping away at the daily struggles of life... Filled with the dirt of the surroundings, all I can see is rock and dirt... The heavy weight of struggle right before me…there’s no escaping, there’s no avoiding the massive amount of rock to break through. This struggle…day in and day out, of immovable injusti