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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: BROKEN
I have a lot of words this week. Maybe it’s because I’ve been cooped up in bed with COVID for weeks on end, without enough energy to even lift my laptop. Maybe it’s because there has been a lot going on in the world, a lot to process.
This past week alone started with a raging wildfire on Table Mountain in Cape Town. Many of you know I lived in Cape Town for over ten years and my husband and three children were all born in South Africa. Thankfully there was no loss of human life involved in this fire, but there was substantial damage to historic buildings, including the University of Cape Town, residential homes, and a student residence on the property where I stayed during my first few weeks in the country. University students and other Cape Town residents were evacuated from their dorms and homes with very little notice.
Then came the historic verdict in the trial of Derek Chauvin. I turned on the TV and made my husband and kids come watch with me. Guilty. On all three counts. I just kept saying, “Wow. Wow. Wow.” It’s telling that I would be so shocked that a cop was finally convicted after killing a citizen. I turned to my husband after turning off the TV and asked him how he was feeling. I presumed this news would affect him differently than it affected me, since he is a black man. He was quiet for a moment, then said something to the effect of, “It just makes me sad, any time I see someone led off to jail. This world is just so broken.”
My five-minute timer is up, but there is so much more that could be said. I am tempted to break the “rules” and keep writing, but perhaps I will leave it at that. This world is broken. Sometimes we just need to sit with that reality and lament.
I hope you’ll come back next week for a follow-up post, where I plan to tie in some words of hope. For today, we acknowledge the brokenness.
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