hi all,

i read Mr Ng'ang'a Mbuguas article in todays monday mix and it got me thinking whether what is depicted in the letter from the future is thye legacy that we will leave to our children.....

it is a letter from the future.....

Dear Mr Ng’ang’a Mbugua,



We are in the year 2070. I just turned 50 years old,but I look 85. I think that I don’t have much more time to live.

Today,I am the oldest person living in this society. I remember,when I was five years old. Everything was very different. There were lots of trees in the parks,houses had beautiful gardens,and I could enjoy long baths and stay in the shower for one whole hour. Now,we have to clean ourselves by using disposable towelettes moisturized with mineral oil.



Before,women were proud of their beautiful hair.



Now,we have to shave our heads to keep them clean without using water. Before,my father used to wash his car with water that came out of a hose.



Today,children find it hard to believe that one ever could use water to perform such a task.



I remember the many warnings: 'DON’T WASTE WATER'. But nobody paid attention. People assumed that water was unlimited.



The landscape that surrounds us has turned into nothing more than an immense desert. Industry is paralysed,and the jobless rate reached a dramatic level. People are constantly being mugged for water.



Before,it was recommended that an adult drinks 8 glasses of water a day. Today,I am allowed only half a glass. Since we cannot wash our clothes,we throw them,which increases the amount of trash.



People look scary: their bodies are weak; parched by extreme dehydration. Due to the dryness of her skin,a young 20 year-old woman looks more like 40.


Scientists perform all types of research and investigations,but there is no solution in sight.



We cannot produce water.



The morphology of many individuals’ spermatozoa was altered...…which results in children being born with all sorts of deficiencies,mutations and malformations. We were warned about the need to take care of our environment,but nobody bothered.



When my daughter asks me to tell her how it was when I was young,I describe the beauty of the forests. I tell her about the rain,about the flowers,and being able to drink as much water as one desired.



She asks me: Daddy! Why is there no water anymore ? I feel a lump in my throat.



I can’t help feeling guilty,because I belong to the generation that completed the destruction of our environment by simply not taking seriously any of the warnings ... and there were so many of them!



I belong to the last generation who could have made a difference,but who chose not to act.



How I wish I could go back in time and get the human race to understand this ... at a time when it was still possible for us to do something to save our planet Earth!



......IT IS EITHER THAT TREE OR DEATH!!!!!!!!!







NEVER TALK OF A RHINO IF THERE IS NO TREE NEAREBY - ZULU PROVERB