By: Kandjengo Mkwaanyoka
Last month, I visited my home, and every evening my grandmother asked us to pray for rain and behave well so that the ancestors would bless us with a better season.
This has been a normal practice since my childhood. Granny, a firm believer in Kalunga kaNangobe, always looks to the skies, hoping for rain.
However, after attending numerous climate change-related gatherings, I wanted to explain to Granny that prayers and ancestral guidance need a different interpretation in this context.
I wished to tell her to pray for our policymakers to be inspired by the ancestors to channel funds into irrigation infrastructure. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say it, so we prayed for the entire week.
Back in Windhoek, I write this in the hope that someone in a position of influence will read it.
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