WeeklySA_AdminNEW ORDER: : The esteemed church leader makes earnest follow-up on the need for a Pan-Africanist Movement…
By Paul Njabulo Vilakazi
During the “Systematic Human Brutalization Project (SHBP)” in the form of colonialism and apartheid in South Africa, Hendrik Verwoerd, John Voster,Robert Sobukwe and Nelson Mandela, were caught up in a warp of a national tussles and a race conundrum, from which levelling the playing fields was a total impossibility even when détente was a quasi-reality between our country and neighbouring sister countries.
They could just not just find a common microscope to look and re-look together at their eclectic notions on the complexion of a true South Africa; without first having to go into wars, which were – in reality – just a kwekerytwis gone very carelessly into a huge effrontery to our being and criminality to the whole of humanity .
I have no fitting hot-as-a-kiln fire words to extrapolate my own attempt to express the nightmare of the 46 above, that became the most brutal world’s geopolitic conundrum and, I dare say, that which just unjustly had to become commonplace history; which only later was turned around to be monikered the ‘South African miracle…’
While earlier on, a filthiest racial morass was trudged, and, yet a smugly deliberate belaboured intent of the ruling class’s stubborn Nazism; like stances such as the life incarcerations in prison followed by protracted exiles and rivers of blood-letting and, unbelievably, a horror out of which the acronym CODESA was ultimately birthed. As its side-kick came along in a rush, as a then beckoning national quasi-egalitarian rainbow-ism…
Meanwhile the Slave-Programme Engineers continued to spawn this time around, simple Non-White muggers to hold tighter still, their grip on us, lest we found a potent panacea to our poisoned and thus chronically ill culture and ancestral memory – lying just out there for a re-diagnosis of its quintessential surviving health potency and then for its taking…
But, alas, theirs was to police and baby-sit our involuntary evolving human ecological ethos, through levers of power and control so that we forever only conform to the ultimate real Puppet Master’s desires and programmes. Even as now, the neo-apartheid flatus is rumbling on in our beloved country’s belly crying for the rare enema.
While the inyangas, griots and izanusi (sangomas) are cowed and are few; as we continue to be brow-beaten and good women and men, stand idle; in our myopia of seeing broken straws for liberation timber; only to reap a mangiest and flagitious season of thugs on the loose…
Now we remain between the coldest rock and most inclement hard and jaggy place, going into the future; if we don’t have the wherewithal to stage a mental revolution worth our age and times; and if we never change an African socio-political order that, we direly need to now! Time to have the guts to exorcise out of our African psyche the all time grubby system called politik – is now…
To re-infuse into our governance vision, fresh new blood of the wise and without political baggage; women and men of valour and good moral cachet; to create strong a home-brewed movement . To save the African political blood flowing to this day in Kwa-Zulu Natal; bridges collapsing and gas pipes blowing in Johannesburg every day, crime gripping the Cape Flats of MitchellsPlain, Bonteheuvel, Bokmakierie,Khayelitsha,Gugulethu ,Mannenburg, Nyanga and Eldorado Park, to name a few nodes of human blood splatter and wholesale slaughter of our women and children .
While captains of the ponderous self-entitlement are grabbing our country’s wealth even more than apartheid did on their last days and becoming the most insolently arrogant and the grubby government in all tiers, is paying scant, if any, attention to all the blood-flow and only as now-dyed-in-the-wool felonies, in whatever colours they come, in provinces, cities, townships and Elalini…
With the lethargic murmurs and loudly silent screams are yet -blowing the top – in all our societies in earnest lately that political parties are all the same; hence the ‘’I won’t be voting’’ paralysis albeit inadvertently a posse comitatus ,’ that seriously threatens what is left of political buffoonery, and, while it is not being helped even by political commentators who are gripped only by the culture of naming and shaming demeanours of political parties ,while not suggesting alternative thinking and ultimate progressive indigenous reservoirs of enemas to this end.
Yet a new home-brewed thing can be surely done – as against being trapped in the alien Westminster system of some juggernaut parliamentary contraption, including thriving in self-indulgent loaded dice like, power and tricks such as, First Past The Post voter bullying by a majoritarian mechanism for absolute power.
Creating an Elephantine dominant party system, sitting smugly in two covens of a parliament designed for Africans without any of their native institutions input , spiritual and sapient blessings.
Then, with the rest close to their Elephantine selves are then turned only into mere reactionary entities even by the way their manifestos are only retrogradely reflected against each other’s now all but Lilliputian counter punching…
We have inherited an opportunistic vulture’s culture whereby folk at the top of political control, are always adversarial to each other; in order to be first at the trough that only represent the dregs of our moral decay and rampant probabilism in place of resolute policies and plans of action.
And, it is time that all that filth is wiped off the face of the Mother Continent; and it all has to start in South Africa. We must all be continually charged with a patriotism that revolves around BOTHO/UBUNTU. The only and noblest human ideal ,that all ought to always stand up for and defend despite the whole world’s clutches on our souls presently.
‘It is from a small seed that the giant iroko tree has its beginnings’ Hallowed First, Be Thy Neighbourhood
How does a Hewu High School in the Eastern Cape categorised as an ordinary school and left to its own local devises amid crying poverty is expected to produce equal results as a Highlands Park High School in Johannesburg; even despite the Queenstown residents, in recent days so locally organised that they wait for no corrupt and bankrupt municipality to clean and professionally fill their own town and township’s potholes…?
How do the local ancient sovereignties established naturally in such areas and producing such hallowed icons and avatars such as the likes of Makhanda ka Nxele, Nkhono Mantsopa, Inkosi Bhambatha, Mofumahadi Manthatisi, Kgosi Sekhukhune, Nelson Mandela ,Robert Sobukwe , Zeph Mothopeng Jafta Masemola and Steve Biko, to name a few, get to reincarnate these into the contexts of local modern day governances organic nuances , during the day of the amorphous unitary state that legislates only from the top and strictly design shoddy service from the top, without local inputs from any level of society; as a result, calamities such as Esidimeni and zama zama criminalities occur without any curbing by rightfully watchful local communities, even before you rope in the most incompetent municipality police with a lethargy not seen even during the colonial World War Two and massive hyperpyrexia suffered by our ancestors during the First World War, and the Anglo-Boer War,with some badly torn between the ‘Masters’ rock and hard place…
This leaves us ready to be galvanised to action and accountability – a posse comitatus of able-bodied men and women on the ground, yet more so ravaged by political most nefarious intentions with an unbridled, free-flowing alcohol and drugs, with more than a score of under-aged school children dying in one decimation push at a tavern in the Eastern Cape
Re mmutla dintjeng in our own land right now , ill-nourished by the once fresh blood in the wars against apartheid; after which we got re-indoctrinated that neo-colonialism, and the ANC’s neo-apartheid is ‘not so bad after all…’
That is mind-poisoning of centuries already and right now, that dog don’t hunt…
True sanctimonious personal and own group and habitat’s liberties and total liberation postponed, is only freedom now being pooh-poohed and to be fooled around with, with more ease even as your anger and frustrations are availed to be directed by the damn political scumbags who have no patriotic bone in their twisted soul and whole constitution.
Another analogous scenario close to this, is that of a person in an abusive relationship and it is tearing, not only their life to shreds, but also that of the children born in it; and in the beginning they are advised to give it five years, while the church is praying for it; when five years is done, someone comes around and says, let’s give it one more five years in which an inyanga would turn it all around – now it is 10 years and the victim is all but skeletal shadows of their old selves.. .
‘Give me hope Jo’anna; Hope, Jo’anna; Gimme hope, Jo’anna; ’Fore the morning come; Gimme hope, Jo’anna; Hope, before the morning come’. – Eddie Grant
