tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77627331765534110032024-03-13T16:31:11.110-07:00Thoughts Of A JournoA journey into my thoughts.
All my views on display.
Welcome to Thoughts Of A Journo.Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-43543306297178297402018-05-31T10:18:00.000-07:002018-06-06T02:19:22.293-07:00What makes us African? <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
What does Africa Day mean to me?
It means a lot of things but before I delve into
the ‘why’, let me first take you through the importance of this day and why I
continue to celebrate it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Each year, on the 25th of May
Africans from all walks of life,
celebrate Africa Day. The root of this
glorious day dates back to 1963, a year when the Organisation of African Unity
(OAU) was instituted in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. To many, the creation of OAU characterised a ‘Day of Africa’. Fifty years
later, 25 May continues to gain international recognition as Africa Day, a day
when, regardless of their geographic location or circumstances, Africans come
together to celebrate the idea of African unity. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Africa Day brings to mind the
words of Kwame Nkrumah where he says that "I am not an African because I
was born in Africa, but because Africa was born in me". These words speak
directly to who we are as a continent in that we're so diverse. Our diversity
shows in our differing beliefs, races, religions, values, colour etc. However, at the root of the
differences, at the root of our identity - is the fact that we're African.</blockquote>
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It is rather difficult though to
speak of this paramount day without making mention of Ubuntu. <span lang="EN-US">Ubuntu is a very complex concept with many
definitions to different people. For me personally, Ubuntu is rooted in the
African ways of life. It is the respect and appreciation of all living things;
humans, animals, and nature. It’s a
traditional value system that puts at its core the community and co-existence.
This translates to the known concept which says “a person is a person through
others’, each of us exists to co-exist.
This is practiced through humility, kindness, respect and selfless acts. It’s
about extending love and respect not only to your friends and family but even
to strangers. Ubuntu demands respect for human dignity regardless of any
outward appearances. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Previous scholars have defined Ubuntu as an
African embedded philosophical approach to human life. This philosophy is
applicable to all people as human beings. It would then be misleading to speak of Ubuntu and then mistreat others based on
race, creed, culture, gender or status. Ubuntu means appreciation of all
humans, their values, culture and their entire being. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ubuntu means humanness. Humanness includes
values like brotherhood, sharing, treating and respecting other people as human
beings. It is a way of life that contributes positively to sustaining the
well-being of people, community, and the
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<span lang="EN-US">For me, personally, every day is Africa Day. I
strive and am proud of my African-ness, doing and living the African way. Being
African is embedded in me, when celebrating Africa Day I revel in our uniqueness as a continent. Like any
other home, we will fight, have squabbles but what is important is that we are
who we are, we are warriors, and we are Africans. Africa Day is but a reminder
of how far we’ve come and where we are headed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In the words of Thabo Mbeki, I conclude with, “I
am an African. I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains, and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the
trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face
of our native land.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-29978116924390295912017-02-17T06:06:00.002-08:002017-02-22T02:08:41.676-08:00My first ART experience at the CTAF17 I have a confession to make, <b>I HAVE JUST FALLEN IN LOVE WITH ART</b>.<br />
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These are words I never thought will one day come out of my mouth. In the past, I have received plenty of invitations from people to go see an ‘art exhibition’ or go to the ‘museum’ to check out on the latest exhibitions. I have always declined with the common excuse ‘I can’t make it, something came up’, until this invitation came through last month.<br />
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I have recently tapped into lifestyle writing, with a key focus in theatre and arts. The nice thing about being on the database is that you get to receive invites to the ‘not so cool’ events. Tell you what? That was my thinking before I set foot at the CTICC on a Thursday evening to what I anticipated to would-have-been the atrocious experience. The event started at 18:00 and went on until 21:00. In the first two hours, my friend and I_ who I had invited as my plus one_ were viewing, critiquing and laughing trying, by all means, to interpret the art without any success. Our comments included ‘aaah this is too bright’, ‘the colours just do not work well together’, ‘oh this looks like it was done by little-bored kids’ and ‘okay this is just too expensive and it’s no art’. Little did I know, that I would stumble upon a piece so beautiful it almost made me shed a tear.<br />
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It was exactly at 20:33 when I laid my eyes on Nicola Roos’s <i>No Man's Land V</i>. I stood there with my mouth open for about 10 minutes admiring this fascinating piece of art. A woman on my left, who witnessed this whole episode approached me and told me to close my mouth. I had no idea it was open, I was simply just taken by the amazing work of Nicola. The artist is a 22-year-old final year student at Michaelis School of Fine Arts, it took her two months to complete this amazing art (see pictures below) and it was done in between her studying and exam preparations.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HHu9P9mTFU/WKcBJiZx-lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/J6U-ll73YgIlczhI8smi4hXvRXnIYDjxwCLcB/s1600/IMG_4214.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HHu9P9mTFU/WKcBJiZx-lI/AAAAAAAAAbI/J6U-ll73YgIlczhI8smi4hXvRXnIYDjxwCLcB/s320/IMG_4214.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just look at that, amazing right? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Front: Mind blowing... No Man's Land V<span style="font-size: 12.8px;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i> </i></span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Back: Still blown away </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to take all angles, I couldn't believe it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just look at that detailing. Proper stuff </td></tr>
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Something about her piece touched my heart, the fact that it’s made out of tyres and rubber, the detailing, the attire hit closer to home. In the art, I saw our African black and strong men. I assumed the piece was done by a man or at least if by a woman, a masculine one. The woman who shared in the admiration tapped me on a shoulder to show me who the artist was_ to my shock it was a beautiful and very humble Nicola. I got a chance to ask her about the reason behind her work. When she explained it all made sense, the love was doubled, I felt tingles and gooses all over my body.</div>
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<i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">No Man's Land V </span></i><span style="text-align: left;"> as explained by Nicola; “is the migrant rather than the colonist, re-territorialising a vast mental no man’s land that stretches from Africa to the Far East instead of participating in a conquest to reclaim an extraneous (home)land. Laden with the weight of his costume of inner tyre tubes – possibly one of the last tangible vestiges of colonial cruelty as it was exemplified on the rubber plantations of Africa – Yasuke destabilises notions of authentic cultural origin and practice that, in the colonial mind, were fixed in place and time. In this turbulent socio-political climate, Yasuke becomes the border between the colonial past and the de-colonial future. His diasporic indigeneity restores a sense of common cause in a transitional time when the need of this country truly is most dire.” </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here stands the woman whose work stole my heart, Nicola Roos.</td></tr>
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When I accepted the invitation to the ART Fair I was simply going because it was FREE. I was like those who attend weddings and funerals for the food I had no idea that today at this very moment I’d be penning down my experience and the newly found love of ART.<br />
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<i>Look out for the full interview with Nicola Roos in the coming weeks. </i><br />
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Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-32041220435653801072016-06-20T09:39:00.004-07:002016-06-20T10:05:46.822-07:00“The Land of the haves and the have-nots”Section 9 of the SA constitution says: “Everyone is equal before the law and has the right to equal protection and benefit of the law.” [1]<br />
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This is the book that is supposed to guide us, our Bible on democracy and way of life. Drafted in 1996, it was meant to guide our every decision, to maintain equality, our rights and freedom of every human being. However, in our current state equality and/or freedom is measured in terms of the haves and the have-nots. This was witnessed in 2012 when the police, Lonmin and the government massacred the Marikana miners and managed to get away with it. <br />
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In 2012 we witnessed one of our first post-apartheid massacres when 34 miners were killed for asking for a salary increase. For months following that event we were made to believe that the police shot and killed the miners in self-defence. “Police had to employ force to protect themselves from the charging group” [2].<br />
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Rehad Desai then exposed the lies to us all when he filmed a documentary titled "Miners Shot Down", which details all the events that took place six days before the massacre. He shows us how the union failed to protect the victims. “Miners Shot Down scratches the surface to reveal there were many more factors that contributed to this deadly encounter.” [3]<br />
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In his documentary he used the security tapes, photojournalism, emails that were exchanged during the whole ordeal, photos and interviews with the victims, journalists, politicians, lawyers and also snippets of the court during the Farlam Commission of Inquiry. This documentary portrays how those with no and/ or less voice are victimised by those who hold most power.<br />
“The film…thoroughly exposes the mishandling of the striking miners by the South African Police Service. [This is done] through the extensive excruciating graphic massacre footage that Desai accessed from the Lonmin security and police archives,” (M&G) [4]. National Mineworkers Union (NUM), a union which exists to serve the grievances of the miners, failed to do their job when miners were brutally murdered in front of them. The South African Police Services claim their reason for opening fire is because the miners were out for blood, yet the movie clearly proves the fallacy of the SAPS statement.<br />
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When the strike commenced on the 10th of August 2012, the security video shows us the miners (without weapons) going to the Lonmin building. Leaders were the ones who went and spoke to the employers but they would not heed their call. Desai’s sequence then moves to the workers, as they decide that they will occupy the mountain because they believe/d that the mountain is nobody’s property. This again is another clear example that indicates that the miners were in no way propagating violence.<br />
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Lonmin decided that they will only listen to the miners if they communicate through NUM. However, one miner explains that: “When they went to the offices of NUM they were shot at, at the time they had not even started explaining the reason why they were there” (sic) [2]. Two people were shot and that’s when they decided that they will rather occupy the mountain while they wait to be attended to.<br />
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The company then started deploying security personnel and the police were involved as the matter needed to be dealt with immediately revealed the emails. The emails were between the likes of Cyril Ramaphosa, Nathi Mthetwa and Susan Shabangu - to name just a few. “I spoke to Susan Shabangu…she agrees. She is going into Cabinet and will brief the President as well and get the minister of police Nathi Mthetwa to act in a more pointed away” (sic) [2]. These emails were followed by a deployment of more police who then murdered 34 mineworkers. This was done in a manner that brought tears to many South Africans.<br />
The police (as the video shows) made sure that they were shooting to kill. One of the leaders “Mambush” was shot 14 times, as if once was not enough? <br />
This event “was the biggest incident of police brutality since the advent of democracy and it revived memories of the brutality suffered under Apartheid security police,” [5]. A phone call changed the negotiations that were going smoothly - suddenly the SAPS were on a killing spree. This shows me that the whole thing was orchestrated - the police would not listen to the miners, even when AMCU (a union which attempted to represent them) leader Joseph Mathunjwa tried speaking to the miners was told not to go anywhere near them. Mathunjwa probed this act; “Why should I not go there, they are humans”, he asked, because he saw the ill-treatment they were enduring.<br />
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The miners who had pledged their lives into serving the company, at the first chance they tried raising their voices; they were kept quiet by being killed. This is the current society that we live in. Every day we see politicians and the bourgeoisie progressing through the blood and sweat of other people.<br />
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All they needed to do was just listen - but because they are above the law, above what the constitution outlines, they got away with murder. Even when the president appointed the Farlam Commission of Inquiry, the miners and their families were not made aware of this. These are the people the Commission was meant to serve but were sidelined.<br />
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Police brutality has become a norm. According to the law, a police officer can shoot in self-defence, but the ones in Marikana shot the miners to stop them from striking. The law is so unjust because as it stands now, the people who are facing charges are the same people who lost their colleagues, friends and almost lost their lives. What about the instigators? What happened to the general who was leading the police during the massacre? What about Barnard Mokoena? <br />
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The ‘haves’ continue living their lavish lives while the miners, and the victims' widowers are barely surviving.<br />
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References<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Constitution of the Republic of South Africa, 1996<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Miners Shot Down , 2014, Directed by Rehad Desai, South Africa<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>http://www.spling.co.za/movie-reviews-trailers/movie-review-miners-shot-down<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>http://mg.co.za/article/2014-08-22-miners-shot-down-where-have-all-the-women-gone<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>http://www.sahistory.org.za/article/marikana-massacre-16-august-2012<br />
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Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-54648717129915375192016-04-08T02:39:00.002-07:002016-04-08T03:29:18.609-07:00Zuma: Villain or Warrior? Part1<div class="MsoNormal">
The day of deliverance has finally come, much to the
anticipation of many ANC members; the constitution has surpassed all powers
poised by any of them, i.e. the President and the National Assembly. On
Thursday, around 11am, Chief Justice Mogoeng Mogoeng of the Constitutional
Court made a ruling which will alter SA politics from this point on.</div>
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The Nkandla saga brought this country to a standstill
especially during the SONA2015 when the proceedings would not go on because the
opposition parties (EFF and DA) wanted to find out if the money would
eventually be paid back by the president. </div>
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When the National Assembly decided to exonerate the
President off all the findings made by the Public Protector, I personally lost
hope in our democracy. I started questioning our political stability as a
country; whether we matter as citizens, or whether ANC’s idea of democracy is
thinly veiled dictatorship? No one ever thought that this day would
finally come, when the ConCourt would clarify this major Nkandla issue. Prior
to the ruling, Chief Justice explained the powers and functions of the
President, the Public Protector and also specified the role played by the
National Assembly during the whole Nkandla debacle. In conclusion, the
ruling went against the President. </div>
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The ConCourt’s findings have put things into perspective,
made us the South Africans, feel like we are part of the decision –making. Of
course the money will not be paid in a matter of seconds or by next week but it
soothes one’s soul to know that it will eventually get paid. </div>
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The President seem to be under a lot of scrutiny lately,
first it was the Gupta saga that had everyone saying how they have been offered
posts by the Gupta family and now this ConCourt has emphasised the fact
that ‘he was wrong not to abide by Thuli Madonsela’s findings’ and side with
the National Assembly. It is unfortunate that this will not only reflect bad on
him as a President but the part will also be affected. Many stood by him when
during the two above incidents and now they appear as fools in the eyes of the
public. This in a sense shows lack of leadership by our government, how many
see the wrong in him but they continuously stand by him. </div>
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The President has abused his powers to protect this country.
When he took the oath of office in 2009 he ‘agreed’ that he was going to
serve according to what the constitution says which suggests that he must
“respect and protect” the South African citizens. </div>
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Ever since he took office, it seems he has done more harm
than good where the constitution is concerned. He once declared that it is ANC
before the people, is it not supposed to be the other way around? The ruling
made by the Chief Justice has proved that no one is above the law
(constitution). Not even the President could manipulate what the law
stipulates. </div>
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It's refreshing to know that even those who hold the highest
power can be put down, indeed the democracy does exist. I was starting to doubt
its very existence; I thought we are derailing to a dictatorship kind of
leadership. What a relief, what a day! SA Politics has been adjusted, there’s
hope after all. </div>
Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-25336899736840506562014-09-05T04:24:00.001-07:002017-02-21T03:28:58.188-08:00My Father My Monster Book Review by McIntosh Polela <div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I thought that writing my story was going to help me put the past behind me. But it made it all very fresh. It’s almost as if it happened just the previous day. But at the same time, I found that writing my story gave me some release. It heals me having to talk about it so often to so many people since the book came out.” </i>McIntosh Polela</div>
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<i>My Father, My Monster </i>is a story of survival, growth and education. It tells a tale of McIntosh Polela’s upbringing, what he went through during his childhood, how he acquired his education which further shaped how he got to where he is today. <i></i></div>
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McIntosh Polela has one hell of a tale to tell. His journey through life begins in what he remembers as a five year-old’s peaceful existence in a township near Durban, until he and his younger sister are unceremoniously uprooted, chipped off to live with their unknown relatives for a more Hobbesian existence way upcountry.</div>
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Life as Polela knows it comes to an abrupt end when he and his sister are handed off to their unknown relatives in a place called Pensivia, in KZN. His life goes from being pampered with gifts, love and comfort to being the object of scorn in a rural area. The adults – and, most specifically, his parents, despite his increasingly urgent, ardent prayers - never reappear to set things right again. They can’t, of course, because his father has killed his mother.</div>
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Staying in rural areas he is subjected to not only a different environment but different way of living. His relatives were impoverished, to eat breakfast he first had to milk the cows and get milk. No one was there to guide him and his sister, he had to fend for them both. Their clothes were given to charity and they were left with only rags to wear. He got through high school by working as the school’s carpenter to pay for his fees.</div>
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But at crucial moments along Polela’s journey, like a real-life Oliver Twist, Polela gets unexpected help from people he meets along the way – black and white - who take Polela under their respective wings at devastating moments in his life. This is presumably because they see the possibilities of the finished sculpture lurking within Polela’s as yet unshaped clay. At one point, a white couple running a trading store in the rural KwaZulu Natal hinterland offers help to Polela and his sister with a form of adoption. In another moment, a nun warms to him (and he to her) when he helps her find her way and she compliments his English. In this she restores his confidence in his ability to become more than just one more aimless township youth.</div>
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While he was at Durban University of Technology (DUT), as things looked at their bleakest for him, individuals reached out with financial help. There were also crucial bureaucratic interventions as he found his way through an education at the Durban Technikon and the London School of Economics. Opportunities arose in the world of commercial television news. When he was exposed to the world of news and commerce he changed his name to McIntosh Polela, in fear that his father who he has come to fear might come and look for him.</div>
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Most recently, Polela has moved on to become spokesman for the Hawks special investigative unit of the police in South Africa. Except for the fact that there really is a McIntosh Polela, given the many turns where so much might have gone wrong but didn't, one might even be willing to believe the whole thing was made up for the sake of narrative sizzle.</div>
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Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-59994779952929283622014-08-05T23:03:00.002-07:002017-02-21T03:26:47.121-08:00"Reality vs Ideal" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We must at all times be able to distinguish between what is real and that which may regard as ideal.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoVUz0Nx4-Y/VrBxpgaST4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MyqGMEn6S1o/s1600/rural_area.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoVUz0Nx4-Y/VrBxpgaST4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MyqGMEn6S1o/s320/rural_area.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /> The Reality: Photo cred, Google Images </b><br /><br />Ideally, all women want their men, who are in their 30s, to be having a house, a nice car and all kinds of things. I don't think there's any woman who doesn't want to be with a financially stable man, and I'm including even those of us who don't aspire to be financed by men. We want our men to be financially stable because we are not ignorant to the fact that financial difficulties have the serious potential to emasculate men. Men who aren't very financially secure tend to have self-esteem issues because they're raised in a heteropatriarchal society that has taught them that it is the duty of a man to be the financial provider in the house.<br /><br />But realistically speaking, most Black men in their 30s are still starting out, trying to build their lives. It is not because they're lazy, but because of the structural challenges that come with being Black. You'll find that because of the frustrations of entering into institutions of higher learning, many young Blacks start school in their early 20s. So you find that a man completed his degree at 25 and couldn't find a job immediately, largely because as statistics have proven, a Black graduate is less likely to find a job than a White graduate. This explains why we have more than half a million unemployed graduates in our country, an overwhelming majority of them being Black. So this young man stays unemployed and then only a year later, at 27, gets an internship. If he's lucky, he starts working at 28. Immediately, he must start repaying his NSFAS loan. He then has to stretch his meagre salary to ensure that he takes his siblings to school, fixes his parents' home, try to provide for his woman and also do things for himself.<br /><br />So when we say by 30, a man must be driving a nice car and having a house, what exactly are we saying, in light of the fact that our Black men are drowning in the economic bondage that is suffocating our country?<br /><br /><b><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6h-yoEI5FQ/VrByIKkV1SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wUGD5oQM4oM/s1600/car-garge-house-lg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6h-yoEI5FQ/VrByIKkV1SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wUGD5oQM4oM/s320/car-garge-house-lg.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /> Ideal: Photo cred, Google images </b><br /><br /><br />Black men have it hard in this country. We have a racist system that subjects them to the worst forms of exploitation. As if that is not bad enough, we as their women also want to assist that system to kill the little dignity they have left, by making unrealistic demands on them, wanting them to buy houses on top of mountains and so on.<br /><br />People speak confidently when they say: "He is a man, he must provide. African men are supposed to be providers". We forget that this was easier centuries ago when the Black man had land and resources and could look after his woman while she raises children. But this is colonised, Africa. We must stop pretending that colonialism didn't happen because it did. And more than 350 years later, we are still feeling the effects. In this Africa, the Black man has no land and no economy in his hands. He has been stripped naked by imperial devastation, his manhood trampled on like it is trash. I'm not saying our men must be lazy and do nothing. I'm not saying our men must be complacent. I'm saying we have a duty as Black women to make life more bearable for them because most of them are trying very very hard to retain their dispossessed humanness. It's not easy. They are swimming against the tide, but they are trying so hard. Let's not help this racist system's attempts to reduce the Black man to nothing. </span>Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-83815267683830404092014-07-29T01:38:00.002-07:002017-02-21T03:24:36.956-08:00Fanie Fourie’s Lobola<div class="MsoNormal">
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A very well written play by Lance Samuels, Kweku Mandela and Jannie Eser which clearly encapsulates the cultural differences in intercultural marriage. The movie is set in two different places; Pretoria and Brazzaville. Dinky Magubane (Zethu Dlomo) is a university graduate, she stays in Brazzaville with her father and works at a casino. Apart from her daily job, Dinky aspires to be a business woman. Fanie Fourie (Eduan Van Jaarsveldt) is a lonely “panel artist” who stays in his parent's garage. He has no job, all he has are his cars. These two; Fanie and Dinky are two different people yet their personality and the love makes them inseparable. The storyline of “Fanie Fourie’s Lobola” tells a story of their undying love which was built on a dare and ended in marriage.</div>
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After having tried to bake a cake for her aunt, Dinky Magubane decides to go and buy one. In the cake shop, she meets Fanie who is also in the store with friends and his brother, they have come to the cake shop to fetch his Brother’s (Sarie Fourie) wedding cake. After being dared by his friends that he wouldn’t find a suitable date for the wedding, Fanie asks Dinky to save him from embarrassment by giving him her phone number. However, Dinky decides they do each other favours “I’ll go as your date to your brother’s wedding if you promise to come and have lunch with me and my dad in Brazzaville”. After having submitted to each other’s dare. The two fall in love.<br />
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The love that which developed between Fanie and Dinky is not supported by either of the families and also the community is not to terms with their communion. Both the white and the black community sees their love as a taboo. Dinky’s father is in favour of the prince, who woos his daughter, Dinky by showering her with all sorts of gifts. Mandla and Dinky dated when they were back in high school but because Mandla is a womaniser, Dinky felt she deserved better. Her Aunt, father and the community at large prefer the prince (Mandla) for obvious reasons; one being that he is rich and which means he will be able to pay the desired lobola, Dinky wouldn't have to suffer and the fact that Mandla is aware of the customs and traditions of the Zulu culture.<br />
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Dinky being the well-educated and stubborn girl that she is sees nothing wrong in being with Fanie. She makes it known to her father that her choice lies with Fanie, despite all the traditions and the fact that Fanie is poor. Mandla gives a blank cheque to Dinky’s father to write the amount that he would require for lobola, but Dinky rejects him, telling her father she’s not in love with Mandla. After the rejection, Mandla turns bitter, he does everything to try and win Dinky over. However, Dinky is not charmed by any of the gifts Mandla is showering her with. She loves the simple Fanie whose love is plain and simple love with no hindrances.<br />
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When Dinky was giving up on love because of the cultural differences and the hatred among the two families, Fanie decides that the only way to save their love is to succumb to the Zulu culture and pay lobola. With the lobola negotiations, there are many problems resulting from both families and the intermediary Mandla who wants to make sure everything goes wrong. The two love birds are then separated by troubles patterning lobola negotiations. But, love is a very strong type of drug, where there is love, there is a way. The two find their way back to each other’s arms through Dinky’s business in which she sells the cars made by Fanie. Their parents finally come to terms with Dinky’s and Fanie’s unconditional love thus allowing them to get married. Despite their conflict, trials and tribulations Dinky and Fanie underwent, in the end, they managed to bring the two families together and also to gain their acceptance.</div>
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Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-53557287290346596872014-06-09T05:41:00.000-07:002017-02-21T03:23:31.887-08:00'Springs Monster' - was the media fair? <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Journalists' main goal is to ensure the right of citizens to truthful and important information, which allows them to form an adequate impression about social processes, their essence and importance, about the situation in the modern world. The journalist bears responsibility before the society in general, before the law and before the professional association. The social responsibility of the journalist requires that he acts in accordance with his personal ethical standards. However, there comes a time when the journalistic ethics are questioned, it can be a story published, a comment made or a simple status on social networks. Ethics can be defined as moral principles that govern a person's behaviour or the conducting of an activity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Recently a story broke about the tragedy which happened in Springs where it was alleged that a 35year old held his family hostage for years. Though the neighbours knew, no one was able to come forward and report what was happening in the house, until an 11-year-old boy ran away. The media covered a story in different angles, some speculated the mother did not want to tell the world of what was happening because she feared that without her husband they will be destitute. Social media also broke the story giving their views on what ‘might’ have occurred in the house. The name that was thus given to the ‘alleged’ man was “Monster” and his home referred to as the “house of horror”. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">By so doing, the media violated the rights of the accused, they painted him as a ‘monster’ and referred to his house as ‘a house of horror’ whilst having no idea or concrete evidence about the living conditions of his home. The South African law state that the accused is not guilty until proven guilty. What the nation did was to judge a 35-year-old before he was even sent to court. They drew their own conclusions on the matter thus tempering with the case. For example, the case of Oscar Pistorius; when the story of Reeva Steenkamp being shot broke, everyone had their own assumptions the media houses even had sketches of what might have happened before Oscar was even tried. That caused confusion, not only to the citizens but the judge was also said to have been biased and misled by what he had seen or heard from the news. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">City Press published a story on the 3</span></span><sup style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">rd</sup><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> of June, titled “</span></span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Neighbours of ‘Springs monster’ too scared to ‘interfere</i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">”. The story lacks evidence, it shows that there was not enough time to gather all the evidence. The only person whom the City Press relied on for information was a tenant who rented a back room of the accused. The information which they got from their source </span><span style="line-height: 24px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> be verified by anyone. The wife </span><span style="line-height: 24px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> say anything, the police also had no comment and so neither nor did the social workers. In this case, then there is no telling whether the information brought forward was accurate enough. The neighbours </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">didn't</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> want to interfere, so the title suggests, they might have had an idea of what was going on in the house but since they did not even comment that makes one really doubt the credibility of the only source the City Press could find. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A 35-year-old was scrutinised, given names and might have lost any sort of respect he had. The accused was defamed. In media law defamation refers to “any intentional false communication, either written or spoken, that harms a person's reputation; decreases the respect, regard, or confidence in which a person is held; or induces disparaging, hostile, or disagreeable opinions or feelings against a person. [It] may be a criminal or civil charge. It encompasses both written statements, known as libel, and spoken statements, called slander.” If not found guilty I believe that the accused has every right to sue the media, the media labelled him as a monster (someone who is a large, ugly, and frightening imaginary creature). Should he be not found guilty he still has to go back and right all the wrongs made by the media? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Everything was blown out of proportion by the social media. Citizen journalists had all the pictures and facts that they published before the “alleged” had even appeared in court. Some of the tweets read “#springsmonster. A 36-year-old man arrested for keeping a wife, 5 children locked in Springs upmarket house for years torturing and raping them”, “The Beeld newspaper must be congratulated for breaking that story in this monster in Springs who's been molesting his kids.” There is no way that one can be sure about what has happened in the house of horror because the people who experienced the living conditions first hand, were not able to comment. Whatever that is said by Dixon may and may not be true. Sometimes what you see is not what you get. </span></div>
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Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-61957884570818414912012-10-25T01:31:00.004-07:002015-01-06T14:56:46.225-08:00The new generation<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 18px;">Today's</span><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;"> teenagers do not read as many books as a teenager even 10 or 20 years back used
to. Why is it so? Is it because other forms of communication, learning and
entertainment have taken over the ever popular "book" or is there
some other reason? What do you think?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 13.5pt;">Other
sources such as computer, cell-phone and television has replaced reading.
Teenagers now spend a lot of time on the computer, chatting with friends online
or going on the internet. Time is also spent on watching television shows, as
well as text messaging. In Singapore context, teenagers nowadays </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">prioritize</span><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;"> studying, being "in" and getting the latest news and gossip instead
of reading which most think of as a waste of time. Also, students' daily
timetable are usually packed with activities such as school, tuition, other
lessons, </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">enrichment</span><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;"> and co-curricular activities, so teenagers nowadays
rarely find time to relax and do things they want to, like reading, hanging out
and things like that. Even when they have the time off from school, numerous
projects, assignments and homework have to be done during their so-called
"leisure time", and teenagers would rather spend their time on the
computer, television or cell-phone when they have the extra time off, because to
them, those are their "leisure activities", to get in touch with
their friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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As
technology is advancing at a rapid speed, reading is often replaced with
similar activities such as listening to the radio and watching the news broadcast on television instead of reading from the newspapers. But by
hearing, or looking, we might not learn as we will by reading. As we read, we
pick up unfamiliar words along the way. And knowing how to spell the unfamiliar
words, we can check for it's meaning on the dictionary. But by hearing or
watching, sometimes, pronunciations of the reporters or dee-jays might not be
correct and when we hear an unknown word, it might not be convenient to check
the meaning on the dictionary as well. Therefore, I think that reading is
important and more effective for learning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 13.5pt;">In
my opinion, reading is still important to teenagers, even in today's context,
and good reading </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">habit</span><span style="line-height: 13.5pt;"> should be emphasised. While many might think that
reading is useless and a waste of time, reading is actually a meaningful
activity that can expand our creativity and also, let us get in touch with not
only our friends, but the world as well. Reading does not have to be the boring
activity which many students dislike, but instead, reading can be fun too. By
first choosing the books or reading materials you are interested in reading, we
can then slowly learn to gain interest from reading all sorts of books, essays,
and articles. Reading can also be fun when done in a group, or after reading
the same article or book, friends can get together to discuss about the
happenings and their feelings. Interesting activities can also be organised by
the school to promote reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-78336208035694997032012-10-24T06:52:00.001-07:002015-01-06T14:57:31.395-08:00A Quote <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle should be backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch and you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities. You become a little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your last nine months floating... and you finish off as an orgasm. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">- George Carlin</span>Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-72188077559255501592012-10-18T07:48:00.001-07:002015-01-05T03:37:31.543-08:00The common mistake All my life i have referred to myself as average, compared myself to the rest of the world, thought of myself as minor and have missed a lot of opportunities because of the fact that I kept on telling myself 'it's not possible'. Until recent, i discovered that as i was busy comparing myself to the rest was shunning the awesomeness in me. All of this time i have settled for less than I deserve, allowed judgement to rule my life. Now it's time I reclaimed the power invested in me. I am doing all of what i thought I could not do, chasing the negativity out of my life and opening room for positive things!|<br />
<br />Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-19073987241718295632012-10-16T14:21:00.001-07:002015-08-11T02:19:12.382-07:00Taking risks <br />
"The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it but it is too low and we reach it"<br />
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We need to take risks to achieve greater heights, sometimes being too careful is what hinders us to accomplish all that we need to. Being safe and cautious sometimes can be dangerous, by taking risks you might achieve even greater than anticipated.Safe is always a better option yet sometimes as an individual you have to break out of your shell. Safe is comfortable and being too comfortable for a person is never a good thing. Comfortable is for people who believe they have achieved all they could and they need nothing more. But, for someone who still needs that beautiful house and a car, a family and a good salary... Contentment is a no go area for you.<br />
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Take risks, explore, throw yourself under the bus, do all you can to help you become a better you.<br />
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<br />Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-75318466937522514912012-10-14T14:19:00.002-07:002015-08-11T02:24:08.893-07:00Quote <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">"Artists are some of the most driven and courageous people on the face of the earth. They deal with more day to day rejection in one year than most people do in a lifetime. Every day, artists face the financial challenge of living a freelance lifestyle, the disrespect of people who think they should get ‘real’ jobs, and their own fear that they’ll never work again. </span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">Every day they have to ignore the possibility that the vision to which they have dedicated their lives is a pipedream. With every passing year, many of them watch as other people their age; achieve the predictable milestones of normal life - the car, the family, the house, the nest egg. But they stay true to their dream, in spite of the sacrifices. Why? Because artists are willing to give their entire lives to a moment - to that line, that laugh, that gesture, or that interpretation that will stir the audience’s soul. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">Artists are beings who have tasted life’s nectar in that crystal moment when they poured out their creative spirit and touched another’s heart. In that instant, they were as close to magic, God and perfection as anyone could ever be. And in their own hearts, they know that to dedicate oneself to that moment is worth a thousand lifetimes.” - David Acker</span><br />
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"Africa has failed not because of external factors,, though they have played a part, but because of weaknesses... . Provided that these faults are acknowledged, their consequences can readily be put right; and provided the mistakes of the past are learnt from, putting Africa right and achieving its potential may well not only be less complicated than we fear, but the results may come much quicker than we realise, and the transformation we all yearn for will take us all pleasantly by surprise." _ Greg Mills<br />
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African leaders have developed a tendency of blaming the problems of the past for all their indiscretions. Every year when they manifest for our vote, they promise us (the voters) the glorious things. Yes, the world was not built in one day but it was completed. With the leaders, its promise after promise. On the other hand, the spectators-opposing parties- contribute to the demise of the ruling party.<br />
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As an outsider, it become easier for you to point out the wrongs, yet, given the same platform, you would most likely reach the same outcome if not worse.<br />
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if our own leaders are busy acting like lunatics then how are we suppose to move forward? busy jerking each other on the media... South African leadership is messed up, being a President is just like any other occupation. what ever happened to the people's government not the joke whom is said to be a president.Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762733176553411003.post-19199539247541540892012-09-24T15:53:00.001-07:002015-08-11T08:05:18.179-07:00it's true what they say. We are all struggling, we just differ in terms of our situations. There comes a time in life where you just feel like giving up is the only option. Well , news flash, you give up on something now , you will always give up because the more you grow, the more problems you have. The least you can do is just not to pity yourself, asking yourself rhetorical questions... live your life the best way possible, give it your best shot , take chances... after all we're but just visitors in this world.Nonhlanhla Thabedehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02597758088411420764noreply@blogger.com1