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Efforts and the lack of response and support

Namibia – The Years of Learning and Reconciliation:

Efforts regarding Medical Improvement

With true humbleness, honesty and respect to the disabled and the poor in particular, and hard work in consistency, we shall strive to achieve understanding, reconciliation, trust and truth on a high ethical level which should be the fundament of freedom, peace, uprightness with mutual responsibility and helpfulness, and justice.

Reference:

1) On The Path To Freedom, Macmillan Education Namibia Publishers 2012

2) Dr Omidhi, For Freedom, Equality and Justice, 1^st Volume: Namibia – The Years of Decisions, Life and Medical Challenges, Publisher: Worldwide Books and Art PTY Ltd 2016

3) Namibia – The difficult Years – The most critical time, epubli 2017

A Number of Villagers left Oshakati

The cocks crowed six o’clock when I left the flat for the hospital. I showed the permit to the guard at the checkpoint. Though it was compulsory to check the permit, the guards followed the order often sloppily and did not look on the permit when I was accompanied by the young colleague in uniform as a lieutenant of the SADF. Military vehicles drove frequently out in respect of the fear of the whites regarding the increase of insecurity. These vehicles had driven deep ruts and big potholes into the gravel roads.

Quite a number of villagers had left Oshakati with their families for the south what was Windhoek or one of the coastal towns, or for South Africa to get out of the danger of war and to enjoy the better life with quiet and restful nights and to start some kind of profitable businesses. They preferred to bypass the last rigours of war by joining people who lived without disturbances and fears, and in the prosperity of the white ‘peace’ and to observe the further development of the last, but decisive battle from a distance of the personal safety. The distance did depend on the prosperity they had achieved in the north. The higher the prosperity was with the hidden wealth, the bigger became the distance, but some hundred kilometres in general.

As ‘people from the front’, they held themselves important when they discussed the ongoing war in the north and the consequences with the business people and friends and some drinks what could be expected for the country. They discussed these topics also in length with the stool neighbour at the bar counter what led by the regular repetitions to remarkable and advantageous business deals. Some houses in the village became vacant. The situation was used by the Filipinos who worked as teachers and motor mechanics when they moved from smaller houses into bigger houses which were better maintained and had a bigger garden in the front and in the back.

I passed the hospital gate. The gatekeeper behind the right post was busy with peeling his egg. He threw the shells on the ground and stuffed a big part of the egg into his mouth that he could not reply my morning greeting. Fresh ruts of the Casspirs rough treads with curves were pressed in the sand on the square. Some ruts branched off to the gravelled ring road inside the premises with its huge potholes. I started the round in the intensive care unit. The patient after relaparotomy to stop the intraabdominal bleeder was in a stable condition. The drain produced only little amounts of blood. The blood pressure and pulse rate were reasonable. A bag of blood was connected. I made my notes. The other patients were in stable conditions to be transferred to the general wards. The two bedrooms that the superintendent and doctor for his private patients had occupied were full. In one room were the mothers after their recent deliveries.

I went to the surgical male ward and looked after the old man after the exploratory laparotomy with the inoperable colon cancer. The patient had opened his eyes in which I read the fear of uncertainty and death. The word which should comfort him took the patient without a word. I went from the male ward to the female ward. The old woman after amputation of her left leg due to the malignant bone tumour looked at me without any complaint. She impressed by showing her strong will to recover from the operation that she could leave the hospital as soon as possible to support her daughter in the upbringing of the two small children. ‘High life’ was in the children’s ward. Children who were not bedridden, ran and crawled half or fully naked through the corridor and bedrooms. Some of them had spots of excrements on their grey hospital dresses. There were small urine lakes and piles on the floor what had to be cleared up.

The few nurses did a marvellous work in cleaning the children and replacing the dirty linen by clean linen. They fed them and put them on the bedpan. I admired their commitment and patience. One of these nurses, I called her the angel of the children’s ward, was busy in changing dressings on children with burns. She did it in a professional manner with a mask over her mouth and sterile gloves and made the dressings wet with sterile saline solution before she removed the dressings from the wound. This particular nurse with the true human face was lean and did her work extremely gently to avoid any unnecessary hurt. It were the sick children who were in her mind when she did her work without looking at the small watch on her left wrist. I followed her doing with great attention and respect. It was the close connection between brain and heart what made her work outstandingly valuable. I praised her commitment as a wonder of humanity in this terrible time of war.

It was time for the morning meeting that I left the children’s ward. The office of the superintendent was filled. I took a seat next to Dr Ruth. Dr Nestor came later and took a seat next to US. The matrons and the pharmacist couple sat already on their chairs opposite to the desk of the superintendent and looked straight at his pale face. Dr Lizette and some Philippine doctors arrived and occupied the last empty chairs, Lizette took an upholstered chair at the window front. The superintendent in his white linen jacket left his chair and crossed the room and switched on the air conditioner which started rattling. The short black paediatrician entered the room as the last with the right hand deep in his trouser pocket. He stalked like a star with a face of great importance from the door to the window front and took a seat right of Dr Lizette. He crossed the right leg over the left and looked at the ceiling. Nestor closed the door and the superintendent opened the meeting.

He announced what was already known that at the end of the month what was in five days, the colleagues from the army would leave the hospital. He thanked these doctors for their commitment which he called exemplary, and added that he didn’t know how the work without them could have been handled by the few remaining doctors. The young army doctors made their big eyes when the superintendent put it in the following words: “The hospital had depended on the military doctors. You have rendered a great service by your work on the patients for what I like to thank you in the name of the hospital administration and the rest of the colleagues.” ‘If that doesn’t go wrong’, I thought of the hypocritical manner how the superintendent did express his thanks and had in mind the disrespectful behaviour of the paediatrician on the day before when he introduced the new specialist surgeon to me. It was this negative-remarkable event when I realized that the future had already started. I saw in my imagination the rising tips of the black masts of the new vessel with the black crew which would take over soon the power in this country.

There was silence in the room after the sentence of thanks had been addressed by the superintendent. The black paediatrician had anger on his face whose eyes focused something at the ceiling. The other faces on the window side looked seriously without any motion. The young colleague and talented story writer took the word on behalf of his other young colleagues in uniform. He thanked for the opportunity that they could work at Oshakati hospital where they have learnt so much in the recent months. He himself has collected experiences that were extensive to an extent he couldn’t think of before. When the young colleague mentioned my name to thank for all my guidance and support in teaching him the medical basics and some operative techniques, it has opened him the eyes. The paediatrician looked critically at me as I did not deserve these words of thanks in this wonderful humane way. I took the averse eye expression relaxed, but remembered the furious looks of the ‘lieutenant of the devil’ who was the arrogant, selfish and scheming Dr Hutman. However, I took the paediatrician’s response as a token regarding the future when the new power vessel with the black crew has docked and the power change gets in full swing from white to black. It was the sincere gesture of a friend when Dr Nestor nudged gently my arm and whispered ‘excellent’.

The superintendent made a note on a paper and folded and stuffed it to the other papers in his left pocket of the linen jacket and started talking about the precarious security situation. The wording of the topic was worn and blunt, since it was the same what he had used the previous weeks. He mentioned some new thefts which have occurred in the main kitchen where big amounts of meat were taken from the freezer and barrels with diesel fuel for the power generator were taken from the generator hall, and the engine and four new tyres were stolen from the carport. He reiterated the disappointment of the acting shirt-sleeved medical director in respect of the recent criminal activities. He expressed his concern that crime would continue as long as the culprits were not identified and punished. “These activities affect severely the hospital. What can the patients eat, how can the generator run in cases of the power cuts and how can the ambulance get ready to function, if meat, fuel, engine and tyres are missing?”, the superintendent questioned.

I observed the paediatrician who seemed to be entertained, while his eyes walked along the ceiling. I put the question up what koevoet is doing in their night raids when they search for suspected Swapo-fighters on the premises and in the wards. They could prevent the criminal activities and protect the hospital properties. The pale looking superintendent moved his eyes, but did not say one word. The pharmacist said that things cannot simply disappear, if the vehicles were screened at the hospital gate. I picked up this point and asked, if there were vehicles which bypass the control by the gatekeeper that they pass unscreened the gate. There was silence, because everybody including the superintendent understood that it got referred to koevoet with their Casspirs. The superintendent kept his big eyes on me, while I suggested that the superintendent should think about the meaning of the nightly raids of koevoet on the hospital premises. After this point, the colleagues on duty reported on their activities and the patients who were admitted. The pharmacist woman mentioned the drugs that were not on stock, but ordered since two weeks. With this, the morning meeting had ended and the participants left the superintendent’s office with serious and vacant faces.

I was waiting for the young colleague outside the secretary’s office where I asked myself when this meeting would become meaningful. We went together to the theatre building. On the way I thanked the colleague for his kind words. The young colleague said that he had made it short to avoid wrong reactions that could be based on jealousy, though he did like to say so much more. We changed the clothes in the dressing room and entered the small tea room. Dr Tabani sat already there dwelling in his thoughts and reflections. Dr Lizette arrived. She took a seat with a cup of tea and expressed her disappointment about the poor quality of the meeting where the superintendent made big talks, but without any practical solution. Dr Tabani smiled and said that he had attended some meetings in the beginning, but when he has realized that there were only empty talks, he did not attend this nonsense any longer, since he did not like this kind of delusion and disrespect. Dr Lizette laughed and agreed and said that it is a cheek to speak always the same without anything done. Dr Tabani replied with seriousness that politics does not belong into a hospital. The young colleague kept quiet, because he felt himself as part of this politics, though he had put his uniform even temporarily on the rack in the dressing room.

Tabani sat in the tea room waiting for the anaesthetic doctor, while I and the young colleague and Lizette went to theatre 2 to fix the neck fracture on the thigh bone [femur] on the man referred from the Finnish-Lutheran mission hospital in Engela what is as far as hundred-twenty kilometres from Oshakati and only one kilometre from the Angolan border. The patient was put on the operating table and both legs were stretched by a leg extension device. The femur neck fracture were reduced and fixed by a plate on the lateral aspect of the femur shaft and three long femur head screws. The operation got monitored under the visual display of the portable X-ray machine. When the operation was finished the extension device were removed. Dr Lizette pulled out the breathing tube from the throat and put the oxygen mask on the face of the patient. A nurse removed the operating coats and the lead aprons from the surgeons who stood with huge sweaty spots on their green operating shirts. The patient were lifted from the operating table on the trolley and carried to the recovery room. The young colleague and I went to the dressing room and rubbed the sweat from the skin.

We made a short break in the tea room. The young colleague filled two cups and put them on the pen-scribbled wooden plate of the small low table. The superintendent entered the tea room with his packed side pockets of his white linen jacket and his pale face and informed me that the patient with the breast lump had given her consent for the operation. We fixed the day and made notes on separate paper sheets. The superintendent filled a cup of tea and mentioned the new colleague as a specialist surgeon who would come soon to the hospital. He said that the new colleague would be a relief for the department. Dr Lizette stood up and filled a cup of tea as well, while I sat and kept quiet, since I had met the black colleague whom the black paediatrician had introduced to me in a disrespectful manner. Lizette asked the superintendent from where the new surgeon is coming. “He is a Namibian and did his postgraduate in South Africa”, he said. Lizette expressed her surprise that Namibia had already some specialists. She leant back with a pensive feature as she saw the train of the new era passing by in her mind. She was amazed at this stage what she didn’t expect.

In my mind was the vessel with the black masts carrying the black crew when the siren wailed over the village with the crescendo and decrescendo of two waves. The time of the upheaval had started. This was readable on the faces of the whites who showed the signs of fear and uncertainty, as on the faces of the black people who showed the signs of hope for a better life. The superintendent had finished his cup of tea. He stood up and said that things are not as easy as he had thought. I asked, if he meant his patients. “With my patients I have no problems”, the superintendent replied standing with his bulged side pockets of the white linen jacket in the door and looked with a slit-eyed pale face over the small table with the pen-scribbled wooden plate. He laughed, turned and left the tea room.

‘This I will believe’, I thought about the superintendent’s leaving remark. Dr Tabani came from theatre 3 and asked the people in the tea room about the meaning of the wailing siren. I made a joke when I said thet the people are not falling asleep in the morning. Tabani laughed with a sneering undertone of the system hater. He said that the sleeping time is over and that the people must get awake and become alert to avoid mistakes which they may regret later. Lizette asked for the meaning of the sentence. Tabani replied: “Everybody must decide for the one or the other side before it is too late. I cannot say more.” He leant back on the worn-out upholstered chair, while the others went to theatre 2 to continue with the next operation. We washed our hands and forearms when the young colleague stated that the remark of Dr Tabani had a serious background. It corresponded well with the picture of the sinking vessels with the white echelons and the white commander-in-chief that everybody had to look for himself not to miss the right moment for jumping off to avoid drowning with the vessel like the crew in the stern.

We dried the hands in the blotting paper when I gave into consideration that only the good swimmers with the life vest have the chance to survive what will be impossible for ‘Joe Blow’ without the life vest. People with the broad short necks and the spare tyres around their bulging bellies will reach the shore. They will not lose a tear of sadness for those who have drowned. This was in respect to the saying: those who have the most, live longer than those who have little or nothing.

The second operation was an internal fixation on the upper arm bone [humerus] which had been broken in several fragments. I exposed the radial nerve crossing the proximal half of the long bone and showed the young colleague the upper and the lower course next to the nerve crossing. The colleague held the arm in flexed position of the elbow and under traction. He understood that the radial nerve could be easily damaged at this part of the course. I aligned the fragments and put the eight-hole plate on the fractured bone shaft. The fragments were temporarily held in place by bone-holding forceps and finally by the screwed-on plate. The young colleague closed the wound by suturing the muscle fascia and the skin, and I assisted him. The dressing was put on and bandaged when Dr Lizette removed the breathing tube from the patient’s throat. The patient were lifted on the trolley and carried to the recovery room, while I thanked the team for the cooperation and left with the young colleague the theatre room.

It was Friday. The academic meeting had started shortly after eleven o’clock when Dr David gave a lecture on pulmonary TB underlined by demonstrating X-rays of various stages starting from a primary focus up to the destruction of lungs with cavity formations and caseation. He mentioned as the most common disease transmission the inhalation of TB-contaminated cough particles through the branches of the respiratory tract into the air cells [alveoli]. People with a compromised nutritional and physical status are particularly exposed to the pulmonary disease because of the weakened or abolished immune system. The disease was extremely widespread in the north of the country. Dr David gave a great importance to the early detection of the disease when TB is still curable by taking the necessary drugs that there is the chance of a full recovery. If diagnosis has failed, the disease affects the whole lung causing finally the galloping phthisis. The patients lose body weight down to emaciation and skeletisation and cough themselves literally to death. It is the galopping ‘horse of death’ on which the patients are riding, if the diagnosis was not made in time and TB were not treated. Dr David went into details of the various stages when he mentioned the symptoms and complications including aspects concerning the differential diagnosis. He highlighted the rules of the pathology with a ‘second hand’ of the prognosis of the disease and the stopwatch, if life comes to an end because of the failed diagnosis and treatment. The lecture dealt with a core topic, since malnourished people and children passed away like flies due to their weakened and abolished immune system. If a bed became vacant in the male and female TB-wards, it was occupied by a new patient not later than one day, while many more patients were waiting for admission.

The presentation of the topic was brain catching. In the following discussion, the black paediatrician ‘corrected’ the lecturer that there is something different in the TB of a child compared with the TB of an adult. It was something small with what the paediatrian tried to make himself big. Dr David of the higher intelligence brought the weird position back into the clear line by a logically stronger definition showing the intellectual power when it came to the accuracy in summarizing the basic principles. Other questions from the colleagues were plain and clear and were answered in a plain and clear manner.

David thanked for the attention and the constructive questions. He received the applause, he did deserve. He took his seat on a chair and kept control of his pleasant humbleness. This doctor was a specialist of internal medicine who did his postgraduate at Wits-University in Johannesburg. He was a motivated and committed doctor and did a marvellous work on his patients at Oshakati hospital. David was always on time when he started the round through the packed wards of internal medicine. He was an excellent teacher and did once per week an academic round with his junior doctors who had praised his knowledge, experience and didacticism. Under whom, they had learnt much in terms of discipline, analytic thinking and management. This doctor kept a high ethical standard in terms of humanity who was on top compared with other colleagues, followed by Dr Tabani and Dr Ruth and the two doctors in uniform of the SADF like Dr van der Merwe and the young colleague. They were hard working doctors to the patients and dedicated with a ‘human face’ that they gave their lasting impressions to the nursing staff and the rest of the medical staff.

The young colleague said in the dining room when we took lunch that he had never heard such a lively lecture at the university. I replied that the lecture in medicine becomes more lively the closer it comes to the patients. The hard working doctor is ready to learn and be receptive for the fundaments in theory and practice which go more or less under the skin. It is because the practice-related connection exists in an overabundance at Oshakati hospital, if one only opens the door. The young colleague repeated that it was the best lecture he had heard in all his study years. He agreed that the reason was the tight connection with the practical demands at the hospital.

“Then was your time at the hospital also academically worthwhile”, I said with a smile. The young colleague replied: “It was the most instructive time in my life. I learnt a lot and have many reason to be grateful that I could work here and build up my knowledge and my first practical experiences. I wrote the Oshakati diary in which I noted the events, the impressions and experiences with the people inside and outside the hospital and the achievements in your department. I will read these notes with great attention in future, since I see them as fundamental guidelines on the way I have to go. These notes should be my lessons I have to keep in mind.” I was impressed and summarized the comment of the young colleague with the word ‘wonderful’. I mentioned the book about the forbidden love and reminded the colleague to keep me on track with the ongoing story of the young family at Pallis Bay. “I have promised this and I will keep my promise especially because you gave some constructive suggestions for the story”, the colleague confirmed.

We left the dining room and walked the passage to the outpatient department. The pale-faced superintendent saw us coming and waited outside the secretary’s office. When we were about to pass, the superintendent asked me, if the operation for removal of the axillary lymph nodes on the young woman with the breast lump could be postponed one day, since he has to attend a meeting with the medical director. I told that the operation could be done after that meeting, if it does not take too long. The superintendent said he would inform me.

We continued walking the passage to the outpatient department and passed the seven benches in the waiting hall which were packed with patients, and entered the consulting room where the Philippine colleague had started working. A helicopter turned over the roof and square when we were in full swing of work on the patients. The rotor blades whirled up the sand on the square. After the helicopter had set down a sandy cloud veiled it for some minutes. The rotor ran out and the three blades twitched to the stop when two men in uniform pulled out a man on a stretcher from the helicopter’s bulge and hurried with the stretcher to the entrance of the outpatient department. A nurse came running to the consulting room and called me to see the man who lay on the stretcher put down on the floor. The right arm of the man was torn off and lay disconnected from the blood circulation, but still connected by a small skin-muscle bridge beside the body. A strong compression bandage [as a tourniquet] was applied around the short upper arm stump to avoid the bleeding to death from the arm vessels. The injured groaned in pain. The cold sweat of death was on his face. I took a blood sample for cross-match and asked the two men in uniform the carry the stretcher with the injurd to the theatre building, while I informed the colleagues in consulting room 2 and the theatre staff of the emergency and asked Dr Lizette to give the anaesthetics.

I followed hurriedly the men with the stretcher and changed the clothes in the dressing room and helped the nurses in carrying the injured from the theatre reception to theatre room 2 where we lifted the injured from the stretcher onto the operating table. A nurse brought some bags of blood of group ‘0’ and Dr Lizette hung up the first transfusion bag and started the anaesthesia. I dried the hands in the washing passage with some blotting paper and a young nurse helped me into the operating coat and tied the laces over my back. The instrumenting nurse cleaned the skin with the brown disinfectant solution and covered the patient with sterile green sheets.

I separated the arm from the injured’s body by cutting through the small skin-muscle bridge and put the arm on a spread-out paper on the floor. I ligated the vessels close to the armpit and cleaned the wound by cutting off some dirty and hanging tissue shreds and shortened the arm nerves and bone stump. I smoothed the edges of the short bone stump with the bone file and covered the wound with the skin-muscle flap kept in position by some stitches. The stump were dressed and bandaged. A nurse has wrapped the cut-off arm in a big paper to an arm parcel. The operation had been finished when Dr Lizette asked, if the helicopter did land often on the square to bring injured people. It was the second time what I remembered that it was exceptional. The patient was lifted from the operating table onto the trolley and carried to the recovery room with a dripping transfusion bag to a left arm vein.

I changed the clothes in the dressing room when somebody knocked hard against the door. Without waiting a response like ‘Kom in’, a koevoet officer entered the dressing room when I stood in underpants busy to put on the shirt. The officer did not apologize for his disturbance, but said that the injured was one of his people who had crushed his arm between two vehicles. I told that he had amputated the arm. The officer was not surprised and said that he had seen already on the spot that this arm did no longer belong to the soldier. The officer asked how long the patient would be admitted at the hospital, since there was an order that military and koevoet personnel had to be transferred to the military hospital in Ondangwa as soon as possible. I closed the fly and held the ends of the belt in my hands when I said that the admission would last at least two days until the patient is in a stable condition.

The officer disagreed with the two days. He said that problems would arise in view of the military order. He did neither listen to the medical arguments nor took into account the risk of a human life after operation. He simply said that a military ambulance will take the patient in this evening when he is conscious and transport him to the military hospital. When I realized that a military order was above any medical arguments, I said: “If that is your decision then I will not argue longer. Do what you think is right. I have told you my objection from the medical point of view.” I asked the officer, if he were interested in the amputated arm. The officer agreed that I asked the nurse to bring the arm parcel and hand it over to the officer. We left the dressing room and the theatre building when the amputee with the missing right arm were carried on the trolley to the intensive care unit. The officer followed with the parcel of the cut-off and wrapped-up arm of his man lying on the trolley.

I went back to consulting room 4 in the outpatient department. The two colleagues worked hard and were busy to reduce a dislocated hip on a young man who lay on the floor. The Philippine colleague had put his right foot against the conjunction of the pubic bones [symphysis] and pulled the left leg. I assisted by pushing the greater trochanter downward when the dislocated femur head snapped with a dull sound back into the joint socket [acetabulum]. The legs were equally long and the feet were in equal position when the man were lifted from the floor onto the trolley and admitted to the orthopaedic ward. The Philippine colleague and the young colleague had beads of sweat on their foreheads. They saw and treated the last patients and finished the work shortly before six o’clock in the evening.

It was the last day of the young colleague in uniform. He said goodbye to the Philippine colleague and wished him and his family the best. The Philippine colleague had a pale face when he replied with a smile the wishes with a friendly undertone as he would miss the colleague as well. They gave each other the hand. The young colleague said goodbye to the nurses of whom some got tears in their eyes what reminded me on the farewell of the good Dr van der Merwe. Both doctors were highly appreciated as good doctors and human beings with their consistent openness to the people’s problems. The nurses thanked the young colleague for his work as they had done it to Dr van der Merwe for his work and kindness in terms of keeping up the human face as a hard working medical doctor.

The young colleague accompanied me to the wards and said goodbye to the nurses there. They took the leave of this helpful doctor with regret and dismay. The nurses had the good impression of this doctor because of his human face that the white skin and the must of wearing the uniform of the SADF did not matter much. The ‘angel’ of nurse in the children’s ward had tears in her eyes. She thanked the young colleague for his good work done and for the joy he had brought to the children and for his commitment he had shown to the staff. The nurse gave a very special pricing that the young colleague got tears in his eyes as well. He said to the nurse that he had admired her work and didn’t know, if he would meet a nurse of such humane format again. The farewell was a heart-moving one ‘chiselled’ into the memory of the people involved.

The doctors left the hospital and took the path between the rolled-out barbed wire in front of the tattered picket fence to the left and the five caravans to the right which all would become vacant by leaving of the army doctors. We stepped over the branches broken down from the old trees behind the picket fence and passed the checkpoint at the entrance of the village where the guard didn’t ask for his permit, though I held it in my hand. We parted to take the different roads. We gave each other the hand under the declining fireball when the young colleague told that he did write a farewell letter which he will bring the next day.

It was twilight. I reached the flat and opened thoughtfully the verandah door. I pulled off the sandals with the sweaty cork soles and entered barefoot the sun-heated sitting room. I washed my hands over the sink in the small kitchen and put the dented kettle with water on the flame of the gas stove. It was a remarkbale day. Again, a good doctor and human being said goodbye to the hospital. The new gap could hardly to be filled as the gap what Dr van der Merwe had left had not been filled. I took a seat on the step outside the verandah door and put the cup of tea to my right. I lit up a cigarette and looked into the nightfall with the stars coming up. The day gave reason to feel sad. A colleague of outstanding qualities was leaving who were needed so much at the hospital.

The first line of a Goethe’s poem said: “The human being should be noble, helpful and good”. This was the young colleague in an exemplary way. As a writer of the story about the forbidden love, he hit against the concrete wall of a system with its inhuman laws and rules. In other words, he hit on the ‘concrete’ heads because of the hopeless stubbornness with the wall rules of segregation and apartheid. This anachronistic wall had to be bulldozed down. The punishment for a human love between black and white had to vanish, this to bring life back to its given value and dignity regardless of the skin colour.