Slice of Life Challenge #Day 27
I don’t have a lot to say today, as I’ve left my slice again until too late in the day (resolution tomorrow, write early, not just before bed).
There’s a dog outside right now in the new stillness of the night (no more cars or trucks) and it’s barking in a whiny non-stop pleading sort of way that pretty much expresses my frustrated feeling. It’s also unbelievably grating as it won’t STOP!!
So my slice today is about the intense sadness I felt in my heart this morning, when I saw a procession of people, mostly men, walking along the road past our house and across the bridge with sacks or bags on their back. They are day labourers, who no longer have any work because of the lockdown and have been given a window of time to return to their home villages by the authorities. There is no public transport so they have to walk all the way. Some of their villages may only be a few miles away, but it was sad to see them go.
What is going to happen to them, how will they and their families get through this?
We’ve heard that millions of workers in the major cities are in similar situations and are also going back to their villages, some of which may be hundreds of miles away, on foot. They came to the cities in search of employment and now it’s all dried up. They may be taking infection with them, but they’re certainly not taking hope or anything positive in this unfolding scenario.
What does the future hold for these men and women? My heart aches for them…