Description: An old woman, Ouma Sarah, sits - seemingly peaceful - and sleeps on a park bench. I weigh up and question the adjective “peacefully”. When she, Ouma Sarah, as an old lady, reflects upon the world, can she feel serene? Does she wonder and reflect on how she and her peers have managed to cause the degeneration of the planet? Does she care about the legacy she has left behind? Ouma Sarah, with layers of knowledge and experience like the growth rings of a tree: was your life egocentric or soul-centric? Did you care for mother earth? Why are we all where we are now? Having just fallen asleep the book she was reading is lying open at the following poem:
It’s 3:23 in the morning and I’m awake because my great great grandchildren won’t let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do when the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unravelling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when demoacracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew?... (Drew Dellinger, Heiroglyphic Stairway).