Living on a multicultural island, we all have different levels of commitment that we need to honour towards our diverse identities. Our diverse identities make our single unique individuality. For instance, one may be loyal to one’s identity as: being born in a Muslim family and yet choose to not be one, loving everybody regardless of their sexual orientation and yet choose to be heterosexual, having in one’s daily vocabulary words tagged as belonging to the village and yet easily be capable of shifting to a neutral vocabulary or a completely different language at one’s workplace, an online and offline identity, a mind identity or a Being identity…. Likely one bears a unique political identity with a varying degree of commitment to the voted government. Despite the political situation of the island, we Mauritians have proven that we have one underlying common identity that can shape our collective strength for major positive changes regardless of our other differing values.

Amidst our growing, manifesting and shifting identities, we all have one common identity that can make us flood the streets with a big energy wave. No matter what is one’s political affiliation, Mauritians have a common dormant force that can be activated for a magnificent change for the betterment of the country. We have recently experienced the awakening of a new movement, fueled by no political parties, free buses or biryani by the public beach. We have been powered by a grand sense of purpose for our country which altogether makes a vital common identity that this country needs for a change no matter what is the political platform. If we can use that force and take steps towards shaping the country freely(both with freedom and without any payment) with just that sense of purpose, the political blame game can be ruled out.

We are receiving continuous blessings in disguise, revealing the important message to use our common energy effectively. Wakashio was one of those. It sank to bring up a surging wave of concerned Mauritians, regardless of their loyalties to their different identities; skin colour, age group, status or education, just to mention a few of the different invalid boxes. We were taught the new skill of fabricating the oil booms and have learnt the skill collectively, even though our fingers had blistered, or our body pained when carrying oil booms. None of us had complained. Our sweat was our pride. ‘Saving our country’ has proven to not be a burden, it was our Sense of Purpose. Despite the physical pain, traffic jam and other obstacles, we were still fueled to come inject our free labour force, a beautiful and much needed force purely blooming out of a sense of purpose for our Motherland. Food was distributed freely by volunteers; nobody was working for money, food, political gains or fame. We were all together in it with a clean and com- mon sense of purpose. We have all felt the warmth and beauty of our unity. Our friends from other countries were part of the collective force too.

This common sense of purpose is the flame of our burning torch of Mauritianism, in fact of humanity. It should be passed on and kept alive in view to the other calls of distress of our country. We all have it in us. Although confined, many are selflessly helping those in distress by organising for food for humans and animals alike, building tables for students in need, etc. With the same integrity, our togetherness can save our nature, our planet. Turn off the polluted and manipulative mind; embrace the Being that relies on collectiveness and its warmth. Start small. Be present. Smile and start to make positive changes around you. Water the plants, have dinner together, caress your pet, sing, talk to your children, walk barefoot, dance in the rain, keep that phone away, separate your trash, be caring towards your neighbour…. Then take some bigger steps. Initiate or join com- munities to clean the beach once a month, plant a tree around the island once a month, start a free composting system to feed the soil, etc. Awaken your sense of purpose and through the collective identity of your community or that of the new surge of Mauritianism, make the changes happen. The whining will stop, positive changes will emerge.