COVID-19 STORIES

STORY 1: “WHAT’S NEXT FOR LOCKDOWN, THE 5 LEVELS, AND WESTERN CAPE NOW HAS MOST CASES”The most unexpected turn of events for our society knocked abruptly on our doorsteps when the infamous Coronavirus was discovered. In the Western Cape, even though we are thought to be the better functioning part of the provinces economically, we have the highest positive-tested cases. This has caused a massive decline in our economy, social environment, physical environment and many more factors that seem intangible.The families in impoverished areas are especially battling with the lack of social funding plans being successfully implemented. The food parcels have almost completely failed due to corruption/failure to receive the parcels. How can a citizen have faith in their country when a simple parcel cannot be delivered in integrity?According to this article, a certain three individuals were permitted to observe the moon cycle amidst the level 5 of lockdown. This level is utter social distancing, and quarantining at home.
The three individuals were thus very important - they were trying to see the moon to commence Ramadan.This is one of the most significant lunar-based, religious holiday. This is due to the fasting ofMuslims/Islamic followers. This sets the precedent of how gracious Cape Town is being in regards to religious followers. What I do not understand is the fact that this could not have been respected in the past as much as it is now.I was a short few blocks away from the Bo-Kaap protests a few years ago. Herein, the majorlyIslamic population of Bo-Kaap is a novel was completely disgruntled. I understand that the circumstances are completely different in the present than what they were a few years ago. This does not excuse the gross injustice that we as South Africans endure on a regular basis. I remember how close my college is to the junk sites frequented by the homeless and shanty towns, right outside one of the most affluent areas in the city bowl. There is no excuse for this. I felt a deep rage inside my stomach once I saw the television news broadcast of a small, old woman with a peanut butter carton half empty. A woman whom feeds herself, her children, their children and their friends. A hand that was supposed to feed the struggle has instead recoiled and slapped injunctions of social depths that trouble the foundation we live on.