“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.” Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

The world we know has become more fragile. We are in the fluxes of grief, loss of loved ones, uncertain futures, lands that are meant to be free, unmet imaginings.

I met with a young person this week who traveled alone from their home country, the Democratic Republic of Congo. She, like many others, had hoped to find a safer and brighter future in South Africa. Etching out a life for themselves here, finishing school, attempting to make friends, and finding a home in a place that told them they are unwelcome. The wishes they had have been met with loss. The inability to live out the hopes they have for their life. This young person would like to return to a place once known as home and now foreign. To live out a new future as the one imagined has not come into being.

This is a common story. I could offer little recourse as the process of repatriation or resettlement is abating. I know too well that the wheels of justice turn slowly and unequally to give this person something to hold onto in the coming days and weeks.

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