I hear the gunshots. The desperate cry of babies is deafening. I see the women being raped and the foetuses removed with bayonets from their wombs. My stomach pains when I think about my people falling down one by one after drinking from the poisoned water holes in the vicinity of Ozombu Zovindimba in the barren stretches of the Kalahari desert.
Complaining about something is easy; doing something about it is harder. I listen to complaints, but I listen harder for solutions. Large portions of employable Namibians don’t have work. Other than complaining about that reality, what are you doing to deal with it?
There is a dearth of entry level positions and a large number of lower-skilled potential employees. There are also thousands of our young people who come out of the educational system for one reason or another, without bankable skills.