What fool shall say, "My days are fair,
God's in his world and all is well,"
When half mankind shrieks in despair
Worse than in Dante's flaming hell!
I cannot sing in happy mood
While hostile armies take their toll.
On these dark days I toil and brood
With starless midnight in my soul.
And yet, O World, O Life, O God!
I find myself, jest as the fool,
Believing in thy chastening rod,
Believing still that love must rule.
Namibia in 2026: Stability Is Not the Same as Progress
As we move into 2026, Namibia is once again being told that things are “looking better”. Growth projections are positive. Political stabilit...
