John Ekongo
I draft this letter to you with the aim to discreetly probe into your mind and ask you that all too important question – why?
Note well, I make reference to you because I refer to you, the one who goes around killing innocent and helpless victims, for God knows what reasons. I will only refer to you as you. I have not seen your face nor will I be content meeting you ever. Bear in mind that in me doing this, I object by enlarge and far, but yet and near my mind is yearning to know the answers to such acts you have committed so gallantly, if that be your opinion.
You, be rest assured, that it pours down on me with uncontrolled discomfort and pain that I write to you. It has become very disheartening to hear of cruelty committed against anybody, let alone women and children. In your execution of your cruel inhumane acts have you thought and pondered on the following: What has she done to me? Or simply ask yourself as a fellow human being why am I killing someone’ else’s child. To maim her headless, disgorge her into two pieces and yet so proudly parade the street of the land, with shoulders proud and thick.
I pose this because many as myself are dying to hear the answers, yet no amount of deep wrenching thoughts can bring us closer to the truth or the reason behind your deeds. Unfortunately, only you and only you alone can provide us with the answers to your doing.
Maybe you are wondering and ask why do I care asking such questions. The reality is that it hurts me that some parent out there mourns the loss of their daughter. Knowing that one cannot replace her, for you so cruelly decided to take away the life of one that has done you nothing.
All I need to know is that who are you, where are you from and what has this country done you so wrong to hurt it so badly? Surely if we have hurt you so aplenty, then it is up to us to redeem you and plead for your forgiveness.
Even if that be it, the life of a fellow human being cannot be forsaken for your own self-gratification. Even the good book itself lends itself very clearly to that ” thou shall not kill”.
Last night I saw someone crying, because of the pain you have caused this country. I see fear in the face of many because of your gruesome acts. Even the tremble of my beloved grandma, who calls me in the dead of the night just to hear what exactly is going on in Windhoek. You have distressed everyone, such is the effect that you have put on us: a peace-loving society.
The face of cruelty has no boundaries we have come to learn, but at least while you are still a human being you can still lay claim to humanity. You, I will refuse to believe that you have no compassion, if for one moment in your life you have shed a tear. Then your humanity still exists.
Stop the violence, stop the cruelty, the inhuman ending of innocent life. As William Blake once said, “We are put on Earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love.” I hope whatever you did the act will reflect on this and have a change of mind, for light to guide you and ease the pain of the relatives as well as your own conscience.
At this juncture, I sympathize with relatives of all the Namibian women who have lost their lives at the hands of merciless criminals. This column was not put here to depict sadness, but to portray positivity, but for as long as society will be faced with adversities of such nature, we shall fight side by side to overcome you and your deeds. The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, as well as the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightning and the winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not, everything. I fall not today, we shall eventually meet you, and then maybe you can tell us the reason behind that
May their soul rest in peace. With sadness I conclude to say, Sorry Ngo.