EDEN

Thick stains and patches everywhere, You wonder what it is as they look old, black and dry. But for the litters, machetes, the torn clothes that hangs on the iron at the sharp bend corner blown everywhere by the wind; the slippers - one here, the other farther away; The trace of a slip like the splash of oil and paint on the canvas of an artist with the rushed trace of wet brush over it. Burnt tyres, torn stalls, broken glasses...

I read and saw pathetic images of the killings of black foreigners by South Africans who are claiming or angry that these foreigners are taking up all available jobs and congesting available facilities and they also claim they are illegal immigrants. Read up the story captured by Al Jazeera below: 'Thousands of people have attended a march in South Africa's coastal city of Durban in solidarity with the country's foreign nationals.