A day after xenophobic attacks had struck the shanty town of Alexandra in Gauteng Province; I received a call from Mr Mlabo telling me, “My friend the situation here looks bad. It grows from bad to worse! South Africans here are busy killing us. The angry mob is seriously hunting us and I don’t think whether it is just a mere conflict!”
That had niggled me. My face looked pale and tears had drawn on it after having watched SABC News how foreigners were killed, chased and displaced!
The News heading on every TV channels was about Xenophobia.
I asked myself what is it all about? I drew a dictionary closer to me for the quest a depth meaning. I finally realized that Xenophobia, whatever it might be, is hate, chauvinism, racial intolerance, racism, dislike of foreigners.
Hate over foreigners to me was not something new and fresh in South Africa and elsewhere in our globe. But when South Africans’ hate against foreigners involved killing, pillaging and burning people alive to me, it became felony or crime!
My body shook but my spirit was strong. I stood up troubled and left for town in order to find out more info over situation. I switched off my computer and called Mr fellow Kenyan, Mr Vincent Omondi to investigate the chaos. A few hours later, I picked up my phone and called Mlabo who told me again, “My friend nothing has stopped yet!”
It was, as from these talks that I began the journey towards standing as a peacock to record our Bloody History and adventure that we have faced during our migration to South Africa.
A night of Du Noon’s eruption in Cape Town, Mr Sadiki Ramazani, a fellow from Congo called me and said, “Du Noon is at Stake! I am working seven Kilometres from that place tonight and now we are receiving foreigners from that area”. I took my phone and called Tiphanie and her sister, foreign residents in that area from Malawi who later confirmed me, “Things are too bad here. If you have car, please come and…