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We're moving on up: For even more mind-boggling observations on everyday life and opinions of free thinkers go to: www.itiye.wordpress.com
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"I wish music could adopt me" Erik Sermon, aka The green eyed bandit (Def Squad) Man I gotta give big ups to a few good tracks going around at the moment. Firstly, Alica Keys and No One. I was wondering if she could do a third amazing album in a row. I was broken after Laryn Hill, so since then when somebody takes me to heavens, they usually fail to repeat, but this lady is something else. This is why my wife knows I really love her coz I gave up Alicia Keys for her. Secondly, Timbaland with One Republic and Apologize. Where did these white boys come from? Man they are good. I know one song is not enough to judge an artist or group, but these guys are the next big thing for me. This song is top stuff. There's this line when he says, "I need you like a heart needs a beat". Mmm. There's a soft accentuation on that line that just gets be crazy. If you are in love, you'll know what I'm talking about. Thirdly, Lupe Fiasco and Super Star. Ah man. When this guy first came out I thought his stuff was okay, but I was convinced he wasn't going to last. I mean, he refuses to rap about money, alcohol, sex, drugs, grills and hoes. There's no hip hop career there. Thats stuff is standard. What the hell? But, he's proven to be a character that's going to be around for a while. This track is soulful and the dude backing him up is also at another level, although he sounds too much like Chris Martin. But, the song is hot man. Fourthly, DJ Jazzy Jeff and My soul is not for sale. What can I say here? Jazzy Jeff is an under rated top notch, master of soul and hip hop. His last couple of albums have not had commercial success but the music on there is redefining the game. I think that he's just far ahead of his time. When the world catches up, he's going to an cult icon. Fifth, HHP, the whole damn album. I know, I'm late here coz he's been hot for ever. You see its the language thing. The dude won't rap enough in Zulu and English is used sparingly. I have this obessesive need to understand the music I'm listening to and I don't understand his lyrics. This principle is what saved me from the Macarena in the 90's. So I've kept this principle coz clearly it helps. Oh, I'm talking about YBN2A. I don't even know what that means. But, the beats and the flow is too hot to resist so I bought the whole damn album and currently pumping it in my car. If you haven't heard these tracks, check em out. I guarantee your money back if you don't enjoy this. By the way, can somebody get that Sean Kingston guy off the radio. He's driving me nuts. How do we get such crap music into circulation? We must take these radio dj's or the playlist editors in a public court to account for subjecting us to this nonsense. Oh, and then some songs kinda grow on you. R Kelly's Rock Star has really grown on me. Its been years since Kells has made me dig anything. Check it out.
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Fanatism "I am the greatest" Mohamed Ali You know I look at people and wonder what's wrong with them? Are they crazy? This recent thought came as I heard that people had slept at the airport since 3am to see the Springboks return home. I remember the same insanity being exercised when people were waiting for the new Harry Potter book, the iPhone from Apple, with Bone Slasher 2 video game and with concert tickets. What the hell? Some of these people sleep outside the stores or ticket outlets on pavements in cold winters. Then I started thinking, "what the hell is so great that one needs to brave lack of sleep and cold to get?" I remember when I was much younger and getting to a party meant everything. We would drive from 10pm to far out place stopping at various garages to pick up other people for a convoy. The parties were disastrous and it would involve situations like; somebody's mom came back from holiday early and the party was called off, then someone else would offer to continue at his house on the other part of town but we would all religiously drive. When we get there half the people were gone including that girl you wanted. Then somebody would phone somebody and say they were somewhere else and it was rocking. Word would spread and we would jump into our cars again and go to another side of the country. By the time we got there it's 2am and somebody had hyped up the party to get people to come. Sound familiar? Yeah. All this in the name of being seen in the right places and that small hope of maybe getting laid or even a phone number which was a promise of getting laid at some future date. We did this for girls even though when we did get to parties with women we'd end up doing nothing just watching the few players do their thing. But we did this over and over through the years even though we knew how the night would turn out. Just for the hope, we would drive 500km in one night even though we couldn't afford the petrol. We would drive 500km even though we knew there was a 2% chance of really getting laid. Even though we knew that the party itself was likely to actually bore us. We drove through for hours to go home at 5am and then we'd say, "Oh man, we partied till dawn". The contrast I noticed was earlier this year when I got an invite to some exclusive party at some top end spot in Sandton. The who's who of the party scene was gonna be there. When I got to the door, the guy told me I couldn't come in unless I had a collar shirt. It would have taken me half an hour to go home to change, but hell no. I was like, cool, but no thanks. I went t another joint for a couple of drinks and went home. Now if this was a few years ago, I would have got back into my car drove hundreds of kilometers to get that collar shit and back into the party. Initially I was proud of myself about being so cool and mature to not give a damn. I was proud that I knew better. But the more I thought about it I asked myself whether there was anything I cared that much for. Are the people that sleep outside shops to get the new iPhone or new CD insane or is it that they have passion and real excitement in their lives. I got stuck on that one because as far as I’m concerned, I live quite a happy life, yet there’s not a damn thing that I would be crazy enough to go outside Apple Centre at 2am and sleep there to be the first to get a device that morning.Or, are young people (I assume its young people that do this) more alive then we are? If so, when did we get so old so quick? Damn, I’m still in my twenties. This is not just me coz when I ask people at work, friends and family, they all agree. They love a lot of things, but there’s nothing that they would go that far down the extra mile for as the examples mentioned above. Are we boring old farts or are the kids just damn crazy and find value in dumb things and are we far too smart to fall for the hype?
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"The SOWETO leg of the Bok tour cancelled" Although it saddens me, I must say that I now feel somewhat vindicated. The victory tour of the Springboks has cancelled their SOWETO leg due to "logistics". Yah right. What logistics? SOWETO has about 6million residents (+-12%) of the population and that's where they chose to cancel. Come on. So what were we saying about the world cup victory being fo all South Africans how we shouldn't see colour and this will unify the nation. This is trully dissapointing as the Boks being in the township with that trophy would have been awesome and given hope to so many people. It would have also been a great signal to prove the like of me (who don't believe rugby is for all) wrong. I was looking forward to eating my words. But, like I said, The Boks are not for transformation and the game doesn't belong to all in SA. I know that for many of you, this is not conclusive proof of my beliefs, but hey, if it qwaks like a duck, smells like a duck, looks like a duck..... It's a ?
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Manners people. Manners.
I have to complain. As Thomas says in the mornings, 'Someone is stealing my joy.'
A couple of times now at the office I have gone to the gents and seen dudes come of the toilet with newspapers (from the number2 station, nogal) and then take those newspapers and put them back into the main pause areas where others are doomed to take this paper and put their hands on it.
Gents. This is disgusting and completely inconsiderate. How can you take a public item into the toilet and then take back to the public arena. I'm starting a lynch mob for these people. I can't believe. I just can't believe.
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Be,
Be to love Love to be Sex for love Love for sex
Breathe, beat, be Be, then breathe, then beat Soul, for heart for joy Joy for heart to mend your soul
Laugh to cure Cure to laugh Smile for better days Have better days so you can smile Love to be loved Be loved to build you to love
Open your eyes to see all that's beautiful All that's beautiful exists to open your eyes.
Live to be Be to live
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"I love it when a plan comes together" Someone
Just how much of our lives do we chose and how much is fate and just how much is a factor of chance? Is the life you are living the life you planned or dreamed of some time ago?
I guess this is a broad question that can be debated for over years. It's as good as What is the meaning of life question. But this is quite a fascinating reflection point. And by not planned, I'm not assuming the just negative. It's both. I know naturally you were heading that way. I mean really look at your life. Did you plan to have the job you have? Did you plan to be divorced at 32? Did you plan to be living in a small apartment in Sandton or large house in the Free State? Did you plan to be married or to have kids by now? I've spent a lot of time reflecting on this at many points in my life and that's how I've always managed to be so focussed and I guess so successful at achieving my goals. I run my life like a business. 5 year plans, budgets, policies and guidelines, red tape in decision making, and doing it because that's what has to be done and been ruthless in execution. I even came up with a pay off line to TMH, "The WDGNS Co" aka The We Don't Get No Sleep Company. This was in reflection of two things that embodied my life. I won't sleep until I get done what needs to be done. And also a converse principle which reminds me of my values. There's no sleep when a man has a dark, heavy burdened conscience. So, do what you have to, but not at all cots. Make sure I sleep, and sleep well at night.
Okay, I accept that at this point you realise all my weirdness and strangeness to my approach to life. But I am unashamed of who I am and the things I've done. Coz, even with all my major cock ups, I know my heart was true and damn I sleep well at night. It's actually quite strange just how close to my plans I've come. I'm not bragging, but illustrating a point about being focussed. However, a bomb dropped recently. My life will no longer be about how well I achieve my many goals, its going to be simplified by what makes me happy. Whether planned or not, period. This doesn't mean, no planning what so ever. It just means that I'm going to be living for the now and for joy. Even if some career or financial goals take a back seat. I tell you my daughter has taught me a few lessons and literally has changed who I will be. I look at her now. She has no life plans. Hell, I don't even think she plans her day. She just goes with the flow and I have never met a happier person in my life. She lives inside every moment as it happens and missed nothing. One can't adopt the model exactly into adulthood, but there are plenty of lessons to be learnt. She spends all her day exploring life and discovering new treasures. Just how much of that do we do? How much of life is based on "cant afford" or "Would be nice, but I'm studying right now" or "She's cute, but I'm not really looking for a relationship at the moment"
I'm not writing a new life formula but will say this; I met & fell in love with my wife at the time when I wasn't interested in a new relationship and the joy of my life, my daughter was unplanned. Sometimes you've got to have faith and, jump. Somebody once said to me, "Sometimes, you've just gotta jump and the universe will catch you".
Remember, sometimes goals are just goals. What's more important is actually what makes you happy and will keep you happy. Life is and can be just that simple. Live it, don't manage it.
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Being,
The answer to one's being lie within self The answer to one's being is not inside one but provided from spirit and soul provider Your destiny is in your hands Destiny by traditional definition is predefined
You will walk, you will fall Believe in yourself because you can be anything Doubt myself because i'm just not good enough Born to love and taught to hate Born to trust people and taught to protect yourself against people Born with a heart to love and spend your life protecting your heart from hurt
You will love, you will pain You'll be let down and you'll be lifted by people To be human is to be
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baba, I am away and have only access to mail but am struggling with I love technology in a way. I wrote this and am sending this to you later
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“I am an African” Thabo Mbeki I still remember the way the nation responded when we first heard this powerful poem. The consensus was clear, black is not what defined us as Africans. Wherever you descend from, Europe, Asia or other African countries. We are defined by our roots, our hearts and our souls' Africanism. This says to me that when someone recognises their Irish origin, doesn't make them non-African. So, why am I pissed off after the Twenty20 India vs South Africa game? I'll tell you why. I can't understand how is it that any country can come to SA to play a game of any sport and get to feel like they are the home side. India enjoyed so much fucking support from Indians in Durban that they felt like they could be the home side. I remember the same shit when the English soccer team was here in SA a couple of years ago and there were so many white people at the stadium in Beckham gear supporting England over SA. It was disgusting. To be fair, it’s also the same shit when darkies support the West Indies over the Proteas when we play them in cricket. It’s just plain wrong. In 2007, it doesn’t get wronger than that. People need to stop choosing to be South African when it suits them and then showing their true colours the rest of the time. People live in our country enjoying our resources, our land and all the splendour this country has to offer. Then you bloody better back us up any from of war when we put on the green and gold. I don’t care how wack Boys Boys are; you simply can’t be South African and support another team over them. Look, I’m all for appreciating overseas stuff, especially when it’s good quality stuff. I myself own a Liverpool FC jersey. But I know where I’m from and I also own to Amakhosi (Kaizer Chiefs for those that don’t know) jerseys. I love Gerrard and the boys but I simply can’t be going to a stadium and supporting Liverpool of Chiefs if they went head to head in a game or tournament. I’m proposing that we actually get wild up about this. This should be passed as a law. You do this sort of thing, we should be able to prosecute you under the law for high treason to something like, maybe, 15 to 20 years in prison. Yeah, that sounds about right. My blood in green and gold. There’s no excuse for anything else. The fact that you may suspect that cricket or rugby is racist and don’t support transformation, is another issue. We must take this fight to the respective unions and government to sort that out. The solution is not, “I will therefore support India”. We have to fight what’s wrong in our country to uplift it to the levels and places that Mandela spoke of. It’s not enough to turn away and ditch your patriotism. We young people believe in so little these days. Let’s at least be patriotic. Let’s at lest make something of what other died for us to have. For people to be supporting openly and publicly other countries over South Africa, is just shameful and disrespectful to what we as a new South Africa stand for. That behavior is not the Rainbow nation Nelson Mandela fought and was willing to die for.
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“The life we live will always lead us. And we pray that you will never leave us. It’s the price we pay. I guess that’s why my grandma sang, we all need Jesus” Nina Simone also featured in Misunderstood by Common. Beautifully re-mastered. I still remember the first time I heard that song by Nina Simone some years ago and I realize now that I never really appreciated the words in it. Nobody delivers words like the great Nina Simone and still I missed it. I guess there’s the right time in life for us to hear and more importantly understand certain things. I remember as a teenager being told so many things I just wasn’t ready for. But at least they stuck and when I was ready, I remembered them and they served me well. Growing up is an amazing experience but also an equally difficult one. The choices we are faced with are usually choices we are not ready for and only fully understand them once we are on the inside. I always say, that when you leave school, you get asked what you want to do or what you want to be. I’ve interviewed so many teenagers who tell you with so much conviction what they want to be. What always amazes me is just how much they don’t know what they are getting themselves into. How many people do you hear saying they want to do Marketing coz they like they want to make TV adverts. Then go ask marketing pros and they’ll tell you that one can run an entire marketing plan and execute without ever making a TV or radio advert. The question we ask of young people is completely wrong. We ask them to make choices that we aren’t capable of making. The question should be more from an early age, “What drives you? What are you good at and what do you like doing?” We should take this info to guide our kids into the right careers. Then we would be asking kids to make well equipped decisions. I also remember my naïve view of the world. And everyday that I grow up, I see more things that taint my views. I see choices that I thought were easy to make taunting me. I see choices that other people made, being clearer now. I have tons more respect for our elders. How many people have you judged for mistakes made? It’s only now that I understand. I say this now coz I look at a lot of people and I respected and looked up to at how they’ve almost all disappointed me. I also realize that I modeled them as perfect which is impossible. Why did Zizou head butt the asshole, why Kobe cheat on his wife, why did Msholozi knowingly and without protection sleep with an HIV positive woman, why did we take Pierre Issa to the ’98 world cup, why are building stadiums faster than we build houses for our poor, suffering people in this country, why some starve when there’s enough to go around, why do our leaders value money more than leading their people, how can the American people vote for George W, twice? I guess it’s easy to judge another man until you’ve walked a mile in another man’s shoes. The bible says, let he without sin cast the first stone. We make mistakes, we fail, we fall. This we do because, we are human. After all, to err is human. I like to believe that we are all good souls with good intentions. That’s why the great Nina Simone said, “Please don’t let me be misunderstood. I’m just a soul, whose intentions are good”
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“I will not be arrested” Jackie Selebi I recently bought a crystal ball and I thought that I might share one of the predictions from this weekend. This was one was quite difficult to believe but here it is anyway. We all know that the crime solving responsibility in this country lies in the hands of a very competent quartet, 1. Mr Thabo Mbeki aka I role model myself after Mugabe. I never want to leave power after an initial good run as El-Presidanto 2. Mr Nqakula aka You can pack your bags and leave if you don’t like how we do dawg. Crime ain’t a problem. I’ve never been a victim since I became a minister. 3. The Scorpions. Our leader has been suspended for doing his job and wanted to arrest a criminal and not fast tracking the prosecution of Jay-Z before the ANC executive elections in December. 4. And of course, the main man himself, Jackie Selebi. Mr I have friends that are alleged murders, Mr prostitution will be legal by 2010 (and other crimes), Mr I will not be arrested, Mr if I’m guilty my friend El-Presidanto will cover for me and suspend anyone who wants to bring me to book. Mr my name is spelled J-A-C-K-I-E not Jacqui like Jacqui Mofokeng. But somehow, my crystal ball indicates that crime ain’t getting solved anytime soon. So, lets pray since that’s about the only chance we have for safety. Then again, I’m probably being negative since, after all, we have nothing to fear but fear it self. Right?
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"Let's stay together" Al Green To Peaches, My love, my heart My soul, my being I found myself and the man I want to be whenI found you I'm blessed everyday that I'm with you. Love, TMH
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"Choice is an illusion between those have power and those who do not." That French guy in the matrix We learn to sail as early as birth Even though our paths are walked on earth You shall crawl, you shall walk You shall learn to live with your fellow man This will be side by side but the lines have predrawn in the sand You are born free Free to be confined to the rules that tell you how to be You shall love and be loved Your stature to be loved lies in the value when your debts and assets are summed When last did the people love one without asset value but had depth in their heart We are born with hearts that have depth of love But we are not born with enough So we aspire for more Hence when it comes to money, we can't escape the lure We raise the stature of people with money Make them our leaders in hope they'll make our days more sunny Of course its not easy to divorce one from the demands of society. Its deeply rooted in our lives like the life blood of a tree We will be trully free one day When we learn to look at a man's heart and soul then use that chose the person to lead the way
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“And the truth shall set you free” Today, I stand before all and confess that I am a homophobe! The world is changing fast and it’s getting more and more difficult to keep up. Growing up, there was mom and dad. Hell in fact, there was Black mom and Black dad or White mom and White dad. Today of course, anything is up. There Black dad and White dad raising kids or Indian dad with Nigerian black mom. School governing body meetings are getting interesting. For a while, I’ve always been cool with my homophobia. However, I’ve recently started asking myself some questions. No! Not that question. I’m quite comfortable in my own sexuality. Currently its quite acceptable to sit with the boys on a Saturday afternoon watching soccer, and when a player makes a stuff up, someone will shout out “You bloody queer!” or something worse. Listening to President Mbeki last week talking about Steve Biko as well as watching the current South African political play unfold, my current anti-gay views started resonating with old day racism. We all know a true measure of a person is a man’s heart and the positive contributions of his actions. Not who he shags (or shagged by). Racism was founded on similar principles back in the day. They are darker than us, so they must dumber than us. Obvious hey. Discrimination followed this where those in majority sought to tell black people, how and where they could live out their lives. All under the protection of our values and culture rule. What got me thinking a lot about this, is when I hear white people today condemn racism. Yet we know that not too long ago, every second white person used the word “Kaffir and boy” interchangeably with black people, their dogs etc. Where all those white people now? Did they disappear, immigrate perhaps? Are they in hiding? No. They are the same people we sit with today and condemn racism. The change in society has helped a lot of people change. People who wouldn’t let their kids hang out with black kids (let alone date), people who wouldn’t associate with black people and all found it acceptable to use certain words. And those who have not converted are continuously alienating themselves from society and their children. The children of today don’t understand why dad hates people who are darker than him. They go to school with black kids and know that they aren’t all criminals or stupid. And this of course goes visa versa for black oldies. You are not relevant these days if you are openly racist. Shit, if you white and use the “K” word, you run the risk of other white people kicking your ass. The transition was weird at first, but it became more and more acceptable and then law accelerated things forward and now open racism is not allowed. (Whether subtle racism is dead, is a blog for another day). So, is this where this gay rights situation is going? In that case, I need to transform quickly. To be honest there are sign everywhere. Notice how every series on TV now has a gay character? Not only that, he becomes the favourite character and people love it. It’s no longer disgusting to see gay people on TV. You are the disgusting and backward one if you have a problem with it. This is hard coz growing up we were taught to hate gay people and now one might be your boss or your son’s boyfriend in the future. It’s a fight I cant win, so I’m working on appreciating all people as equal and observing people’s rights to be who they want to be.
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"A fool and his money. . ." This one goes out to my fellow Jo'burgers and those thinking of making their way here. I assume that we all after the same thing, albeit that the detail description of it might be different. We want at least good quality of life. So, what is good quality of life? And does the description of this change with time? See, a few years back, I came to Jozi looking for "le good life". I felt that I had done all I could in my little dorpie that I come from. (Yes, ya'll, Durban is a dorpie) I moved here coz this is where all dreams come true. And boy did Jozi deliver. After I got over the initial, "I miss my mommy syndrome", a new world opened to me. Everything that I complained was missing for me in Durbs was here. I was also told that people here are plastic. I don't know, I met some of the most genuine people here. The work front was great. I remember that, by moving here, I doubled by salary and its been up and up since then. The clubs here are so much more diverse than Durbs. You see, I'm a hip hop fan and in Durbs most joints play house, so I felt out of place most of the time. I came to Jozi and there were like a gajilion joints that catered for me. Then there was YFM. The DJ's were somewhat questionable at times, but they played the best stuff. Hip hop, soul, kwaito. I loved it. There's also a jazilion malls here making life that much easier. My arrival here was just magical. That was years ago. Since then, I found myself. I say that coz, my when I met my wife, I found me. I also became a dad. An unexpected experience that changed so many things (for the better overall). I moved out of my penthouse suit in Sandton to a quaint house in quiet family friendly suburb. Now I'm more concerned about how much I spend in traffic, the rising interest rates, the declining stock market due to international slow down and fears about the bubble in Chindia. I use to be able to spend hours at the office and love the work. Now, the work is aight, I just want to get home before my daughter goes to sleep. They are building too many malls in Joburg and why does Loli Jackson have to advertise throughout Rivonia Road in Sandton for Teazers. By the way, I'm sure that the Billboard on William Nichol and Main of the Lollipop Lounge is revealing way too much ass. And no one says anything. What the? I know what your punk ass is thinking. But seriously. Why do we leave our lovely coastal dorpies to come to the land of gold, to make money but then sit in traffic for 2 hours in traffic everyday? To live in neighborhoods where people don’t know who lives next door. Where we don’t allow our kids to easily go outside and play like we did when we were young. Where the only decent place for kids to hang out is the malls? Don’t get me started on that one. Its weird. We are raising out kids a certain way and we’ll be the people surprised when they turn out that way. Someone is going to look at your fat kid and say “What a snob” and you’ll be like “What?” But think about it. If you raise your kids in the suburbs, where you spend very little time with them coz these days Mommy and Daddy are chasing the money and climbing the corporate ladder. Who’s influencing your kids? Why do you get surprised when two thin parents produce an overweight child? How else is he gonna turn out when he sits in front of the pc for hours on facebook, then mtv for another couple of hours then playstation for the rest of the weekend. Then in the car its all about mixit. He won’t talk to you in the car coz he has his iPod earphones on. Do you know what’s on his iPod? I don’t think you wanna know. We thought Snoop was bad? Think again. Despite the fact that the new generation may rebel at times against the teachings of their parents, they will ultimately fall back on what you taught them and showed them growing up. We complain that our kids are losing/have lost their cultural heritage. Lets think about what we chase during the day to give them versus the time we steal away from them and what we should be giving them in learnings, health and happiness in life you were given.
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“Johnny Bravo tells the story of a biceps-bulging, karate-chopping free spirit, who believes his a gift from God to the women of the earth. Unfortunately for Johnny, everyone else sees him as a narcissistic Mama's boy with big muscles and even bigger hair. In short, he is the quintessential guy who "just doesn't get it." Ahh, how many saw the major train wreck this weekend. It was terrible. Bodies everywhere, the unintended loss of life, blood everywhere, loss of jobs, the anger, and the pain. Tragedy. Pure tragic! Mm. How terrible. I thought the SABC said that they would never show such gruesome tragedy on TV, after eTV showed the beheading of that guy, live on television a few years ago. So, can you imagine my shock and horror when SABC showed us all 90 minutes of it on Sunday afternoon? They even played replays and slow motions. What kind of sick bastards are these? Have they no souls, no hearts? So early in the day when our kids could see all of this. Fire these people please. Take them away. The rugby boys reminded the rest of the world what potential and greatness lies in South Africa. (Go Habanna! You go boy!) But of course Bafana Bafana had to remind us of all the pain and suffering that goes on in our country. A balanced view I suppose. The “boys boys” under estimated their opponents, 62 ranked Zambia before the game began. And why not? We are a football loving nation that believes a 1-0 loss to Scotland signaled great things to come. Come on, really. I wish I could send uBaba Lekota into the changing rooms to repeat the speech when he dissed uBaba Zuma last week on tv. I especially like the part when he asks, “Ububanxa bani obu?” I would have replayed that a few times. I have never seen professionals play football like my 8 year old nephew at school. Casually passing the ball back to the goalie or your teammate, even though you are the last man in line of defense. To say that those were mistakes is being very lenient. The guys are professionals and I saw 3 schoolboy errors. I then saw, the goalie, the midfielders and defense showing angry faces at each other. They were all at sea in defense and playing as if they were leading 6-0. I’m very disappointed at the attitude shown by the national team, boys boys. These guys don’t care how it all makes us feel. This is no wonder we don’t support them when they want more money or complain that SAFA don’t care. Damn, I would care for them neither. The attitude towards playing for their country sucks. Its just sucks!! Okay, enough of that. You know me; I always try to find a positive in everything. It was great to see uBennie waba ntwana back in action for the boys boys. Looks like the score line wasn’t making him nervous. A great goal. Typical of the striker. Look, I hate the fact that we/SAFA/Pereira had to lick his ass to come back, but he’s here, he scored, and we appreciate that. Welcome back, Bennie.
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“All Animals are created equal. Some animals are more equal than others” George Orwell Today, my ass strolled along like many other times before into a well know restaurant in Jozi for lunch my special lady. It was lunch about midday and not that busy. There were tons on black waiters and busboys. (Is busboy a derogatory term? I hope not. I just hear it all the time but somehow it just sounds wrong). Strange coz during the money hours, you know, Thursday to Saturday night, you’ll hardly find black waiters at these posh, suburban restaurants. Anyway, we sat down in this not so busy restaurant and we waited for a few minutes whilst the waiters seemed to be drawing straws on who would serve us. Someone eventually lost the argument and then had to serve us. The bloke came casually and gave us our menus and took our drinks orders. My lady’s drink came and nothing for me. I waited patiently like the shy darkie that I am. After it was as clear as LCD TV screen, I could see that I wasn’t getting nothing. When I ask the waiter, what up? He was like, “I don’t know”. He then leisurely took my order again and this returned with it in reasonable time. We then waited forever, like a dude waits to get laid by a virgin, to get some assistance. Look by now I’m sure you can see where this story is going. You like, yip, yip, I feel you. If you white, I also know what you thinking. You like, “Hold up. I’m white and I get bad service too. It’s not a black and white thing.” Look you right, but that’s not the point. The point is this. A friend of mine, who worked at these joints, told me that all the junior waiters get sent to serve black customers coz darkie customers don’t tip. Using my intuition and wealth experience, I’m going to go with this as truth. In that case, that’s a royal bitch. If you serve black customers like shit, then you complain that they don’t tip. Do you see a problem here? It’s a bloody vicious cycle. Black people don’t tip coz they don’t get good service. Black people don’t get good service coz they don’t tip. I’m sorry but I refuse to get crap service and then tip just to prove a point. The other thing is that we black folk don’t like to complain. So we let the cycle continue. It’s about time we stopped going to obviously racist joints. Especially when the racism comes from our own kind. Black people, please don’t tip if you don’t get the service you deserve and don’t go quietly. Let the managers know that you was treated substandard and you shall not be returning. (Yeah, please. Don’t say that and go back two weeks later in a red cap, hoping they wont see you). Discourage your fiends from going. Its 2007 and the time for black and tolerating racism is over. White folks already do this. There’s no reason why as a black person, you shouldn’t stand up for your damn self.
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“Our lives end the day we become silent about things that matter” Martin Luther King Jr It must b said that we live in interesting times in our country. Politics are taking shape in a manner that has many of us nervously cautious. We had the country’s deputy president who seemed (and maybe still does) destined to be the country’s next president fired from office 2 years ago after being in suspicious relationships with a convicted fraudster. Then there was the sexy shower and baby oil incident. We’ve had the ANC chief whip fired this year for being a “sex pest”. He’s suing the ANC for “unfair” treatment. I mean, what’s wrong with groping here and there between boss and staff Mr Goniwe? Then the deputy minister of health was fired for taking a rather expensive unauthorized trip to Espanyol. Then the “people” say that there must be other motives coz she once spoke up against a beetroot medical aids issue. Why she should be fired for spending tax payers money against the rules to show her son around the globe. Mos, we all do it, right? What’s even more amazing is the fact that she managed to get hectic support. Oh, wait, its not over. Oh no. There’s the whole expose’ on the health minister and her drunken binge in hospital as well as the rumour that the president had her jump the queue ahead of many others to get a transplant. Shivers man. Shivers. I know many of us are hung up on the euphoria of being part of this great country with all the awesome things happening, but when the shit hits the fan (or just before), something must be done or at least said. The leadership of this country is letting us down. We are giving our kids some difficult choices for role models. Politics are getting dirtier than ever and these are the people representing our state of mind. The man who was elected as the head of the moral regeneration program, a program designed to help this country with many problems including AIDS, that same individual admits to having sex with an HIV positive woman. Along with the shenanigans above, I can’t help but feel that we are starting to tread close to towards that path that has Zim where they are now. Oh, and those that don’t believe that Zim is in serious shit, WAKE THE FUCK UP! Gift Leremi died today. A bright 22 year old football genius lost his life. It’s always events like this that bring things we take for granted home. Gift, despite some of the problems he had, made us all Pirates, Sundowns or whatever very proud to be South African. I would watch him play and see his confidence, his style, playing football the way we all dream SA to play. I would think, wow, this is what Bafana 2010 will look like and get goose bumps at the thought. I could hear the English commentators, “Blimey. What wos that, hey? That Gift Lere-my fella is tearing England apart. Will England comeback from 3-0 down at half time in this worl' cup semi-final?” The Leremi family has lost a son and Mzansi has lost a legend in the making. The hope we had and the land we dreamed of when we saw Gift play is at risk. Our future is the hands of our leaders in parliament but also in each of us. When we sit and do nothing and say nothing, as our leaders let us down, is something we will all have to live with one day. Rest in peace, Mr Gift Leremi.
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